Walking Backwards

It's corny to say
you were gone with the wind,
but that's not to say
it wasn't windy that day.

I chased you down the street,
but I was swept off my feet
(is that corny to say?)
and my hat blew away.

and my umberella
turned inside out
so forward progress
and shouting were out.

Now I'm walking backwards
so the wind has no choice
but to blow my hat on,
and carry my voice

 fix my umbrella,
repair my sore knee
and corny or not,
return you to me.