An Old Love Song
I'm crying again.
The time is here and I am now,
but the past hangs 'round my head
like an unfinished future; I want
We keep reading the Bible for clues:
God says do this, don't do that,
and the song seems to go on forever;
believing half-heartedly that we are
believers, walking with an umbrella
talking about the rain.
I don't know who's right;
can't say who's wrong—
I just don't feel
all good inside.
Now it could be love
but I think it's the dark;
I feel so cold—
nakedness steals my pain, so
but you've left
Then, when neither has another
and we're so alone together,
it feels almost like we could make it
—though you've told me that we can't.