there is something i have to say
cause i’m leaving some time today
and i can’t tell when i’ll be back
it’s easy to imagine me here
the phone keeps a voice so near
but that kind of exchange hides the fact
that i’m going so very far
and today i know who you are
but tomorrow this sp*ce will make us other so
can we find communion again
in the bedroom or just as friends?
is there difference between in lives like ours?
i feel deserving of love
can it be something i dispose of
or put away in a box under the bed?
will it rot there and spoil my days
or recharge them in other ways?
will it lift me to heights when i am dead?
but if i cannot live for you
but for other, still, eyes i do
how then will you absorb this word