I don't know what to tell you.
And even if I did know,
believe me --
I'd tell myself first.
Your whos and whats and whys
must have bounced off the walls
of my heart,
they echo so familiar ...
And your whens and hows and ifs --
How many dreamy nights have those same
stolen from me in this life?
If only I knew. (You'd know too.)
If I knew only. (And felt never.)
If I knew only this. (Our nights would fill again.)
When we're tracing deep wrinkles,
maybe that's when the answer will
then we'll laugh, talk of other things
because it won't be so impressive
and we will realize that we