Second Place

Just when you think everything is good Just when you think everything is right An unsettling breeze steals that away Just as the dawn steals the night The sky up above is a periwinkle blue The trees are ever so still The clouds are perfect in every way But that breeze returns with a chill The chill a indication of things unseen Everything that is good and right not in their proper place Reminding me that in the game of love and affection I will always be in second place