Bugging You From San Juan Island

Was it disdain you cast in your glance,

As you passed me today on the street?

Will it be the new “waltz” we dance,

With regret that we ever did meet?

 

If we pass by each other one day

With no clouds at all in the sky

Will a tear slide down my face,

While memories of what might have been fly…

 

…Through my heart, fleeting visions of us,

On two paths that met one day?

I chose the one that would merge

And you took the one leading away.