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By Ali Date: 2005 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.13.13.44.10014]] |
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It should've been Any other lifetime But this, And yet, my trouble-time heart Refused such an answer-- So the haunting harmony Still secrets this place. It could've been Easier, but I couldn't Believe in anything, And you believed in me, So I pursued, So I tried too much truth, Never guessing what I'd pay-- Always now, a sullen Monday. It would've been Too foolish, if I had been More brave--but I was Out of place, just a girl With a grown-up heart, Looking for everything In a space of Nothing. I was sixteen, going On seventeen (Isn't how that song goes?), And I didn't know, then, The could, should, or would Of anything. Grant me a slight of grace, And remember me on dusky days, When the mist hangs low In the morning, and the coffee-cup Comforts are the only songs You seem to know. I remember you In every heartbreak I've had since then-- Whose lips I have kissed, Whose face I have followed, But whose soul-- I never did know. |