I was exaggerating my plight (Poem of the Day)

I was exaggerating my plight.
Once I was betrothed.
In the bee-loud glade.
Once I blew glass.
Once I fasted.
Once I lived in the past.
You are talking about me but
not in the way I imagined.

The poet's a magician/musician/sometime mathematician.
I've been trying to get to you.
Howling till I drop
till the last
drops fall from my thin skin.
Hangin' around like some pigeon.