You Gave Me a Vision

You walked through my doorway and gave me a poem... it said that you loved me and would make me a home, but you had a husband and a small baby boy; how was I ever to be your only joy? You teased through the summer with glimpses of flesh and that was enough to keep me enmeshed though I was able to see writing so stark on the wall. I was the last leaf on the tree that with winter did fall and when that winter came it came so hard and so cold that I still feel it now, now that I'm old. You gave me a vision I'm still trying to find; the only place I've found it is here in my mind.