Last Things
It was about 4 months ago when you said you didn’t love me that I fell into a hole, very deep Now slowly, I am wrenching my way out Last things like the look on your face in those days way before you decided you didn’t love me that love you will never feel for me again Last things like a love you never felt at all And I didn’t know they were last things just before the end the return to loneliness, at last because we are always alone Tell me darling who will love that wicked, wrinkled face if not someone like me who loved you when you were younger? Last things like the sweat on your stomach when we make love Last things that aren’t meant to last When you used to love me you knew how to act around me you knew exactly what to do Last things, where shall I bring them? Shall I give them back to you?
-December 5, 2005-