Altogether, it came up
But a little less than intended
High were the hopes
But down were expectations
And here it lay
Met her in autumn
Waited all winter
And summer came and blushed
Like it always knew
And now it’s autumn again
And here I am, with a ring
Not with me but in the glass
And the wines over
But the ring remains
Just skipped
Or rather forgotten
May even be on purpose
Or just a miss
Alas, the moment is done
Alas, the ring is dry
Soaked in wine was it
But now just like another drunk
Dry, not sober
Not sober, but sad
And sad it may remain
As there’s another autumn in the horizon
So do a winter
It might not snow
But it might be sunny
It might be the time
It might be the right time
Or it is a good miss
Only if I knew or
Rather anyone knew
On how to read
How to read a mind
How to read a plain face
Or is it plain?
