Ballad/song/Work in progress

So, having a lot of spare time on my hands, I find myself composing silly lines - sometimes of poetry, sometimes attempted witticisms... sometimes, well, other things that I won't bore you with.
The point is, sometimes if I make myself be somewhat productive, I can get something reasonable and somewhat interesting (at least to me). This latest 'thing' isn't about anyone in particular, it's just a story. I was messing around with numbers in poems (not interesting numbers, just numbers and chronology, and well, you may not get what I was going for, but that's ok).

The first time that I saw your face
i was found - inside of space
no longer lost, without a place
that first time that I saw your face

The second time you said goodbye
i hoped that I'd learned not to cry
alas, my plan went all awry
the second time you said goodbye

The third time that you kissed my lips
i knew I'd only brushed the tip
you the iceberg, I the ship
the third time that you kissed my lips

The fourth time that I said hello
my knees betrayed me - turned jello
i hoped my voice was husky - mellow
the fourth time that I said hello

This last time though, I stand up straight
i fold my arms, lean back, and wait
you are most characteristically late
this last time, while I stand up straight

but when you arrive - and there, you do
i loose my arms, reach out for you
and hope that you'll reach for me too
when you arrive - ah, yes, you do.


Anywho, nothing spectacular, but I thought I should write it down all the same. Basically it's about some woman whose heart has been broken by some guy twice, and she's giving it a last and final go, and while she's waiting for him to show up, she's thinking about the times they had (...?). I suppose it could go on a lot longer, but frankly, I'm ready to go to bed.

(iceberg? ship? too ridiculously corny?) ah well. I think I might go back to writing poetry about trains.