Reasons

A love untouched is the sun at dusk
On my window sill
And light on the snow has an ominous glow
Your hair is tangled still

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
We fall behind

A doe passed me as I crossed the street
A week ago today
And a feeling passed, slipped right out of my grasp
Like wind through blades of grass

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
What we seek hides

My heart is a thumb pointed up at the sun
On a highway stretching on
My mind is a letter that never got sent
But got stamped anyway

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
Reasons don't rhyme