Losing your sun glasses. (for Eddie)

Distracted by the yellow leaves,
all soft and ginko on the ground at the park,
I got up to leave and left
your sun glasses behind.

I wasn't being careless, its just,
I never plan my exits.
I drift out of my scene when the wind takes me,
like a yellow leaf.

Now I think of you,
in the library,
flinging something precious into my hands
and how I protested
and how I told you so,
how the sun gets in my eyes.