Old Familiar

If I saw you there
I’d say that I was unreasonable
Would it be the old familiar?
Is it inevitable?
You came to me in my sleep
Securing me in stories
Would it be the old familiar?
They’ll stay with me until the morning
Can’t I be your little sparkle?
I’m chasing my words away
I have the Peter Pan syndrome
That is getting in the way
Can’t I be your firecracker
What is it I want to say?
I wonder will this get better
Maybe yes but not today
I certainly miss the fall
I do I do
Then I think what I had
What I had with you
I sort out my insides
And I become something new
Molded into a mouth
To practice to tell the truth
Could it be the old familiar?