Poem 104: Again

I did it again, my selfish way,

I talked you into another day.

I held your hand to help you stay

and with my heart, whisked yours away.

You did it again with gently swaying.

You talked me into another day.

You held my hand and by me stayed.

Then, with your heart, whisked mine away.

It happened again, in this same way.

Though bold to conquer each new day.

We failed our 'standard' length of stay,

and sent our hearts on wings away.