Who took a picture in the shade
Of you; stripped down,
As close to naked as I will see?
The navy poka-dot bra
Is something you haven't changed.
You left it there for me to find
As much as I could be anyone.
Not to hurt or soothe me,
For nothing new about you
Would care to be alone
In my possesion.
No, the light in there will fade
Like a nostalgic dream.
And I won't let myself ponder over this
Even as I search it in the shade,
To hurt myself
And wonder where you got such courage.