False Peaks
It has been so long since I started the climb,
That I hardly remember when I began.
Was it when I walked you to your car?
Or when we got coffee together?
It meant nothing to you,
but to me it was a mountain.
On our fifth date I took you to the movies.
You always loved the scary ones.
I still remember you hiding in my arms.
It meant nothing to you,
but to me it was a mountain.
I remember taking you to dinner.
I remember the modest grey dress you wore,
while I was in jeans and a cheap collared shirt.
As we walked hand in hand,
I was on top of the world.
It meant nothing to you,
but to me it was a mountain.
As I climb higher and higher,
My hopes plummet lower and lower.
All I find are false peaks.
I might as well go it alone.