I have holes in my shoes,
I have holes in my socks,
I have holes in my heart,
and the love's leaking out,
I chase with bucket,
mop,
and
sponge,
to try to recapture,
my most valued prize,
the look in her eyes,
so plain to see.
It once was there,
just for me,
when I knew she cared,
when we both shared,
and I need to see that again.
