Ways You Watched Me

       "And then there were the ways you watched me
        moving back into my cave where the wheels turn,
        same wheels that drove you off
        I should have told you
        before talking in terms of forever
        that any given day wears me out and works me sour,
        that there are nights when the sky is so clear
        I stand obnoxious underneath it
        begging for the stars to shoot at me"