I come here every day at noon

To hear the bells and spoon with you

In my mind.

The cloudy day has cast a spell on me,

But somehow it has freed me from all time,

Except for noon,

When I alone must stroll,

Reach the grassy knoll

Where we first kissed,

Atone for all my sins of omission,

Grieve for all the times I've missed you

That are now gone,

And hope and pray

I never miss another one.

-jenn