Dear lover, forgotten
dear lover, remembered
I see you are still here
I hope you'll be tender.
So much here has changed
so little been moved
the streets have grown crowded
I'm looking for you.

October arrived, I was not ready
I choked and I sobbed
and sputtered out like the engine
of a tired old Chevy
my hand is burned, my ribs are tired,
for my heart has grown so heavy.

So soon, loving you
was not a decision
the way you scorned me
became only a thing of derision.
I'm horribly laughing; giddy
too hot tears, flooding up my vision.

Someday I'll be a happy man's bride
because where you are discreetly rotten,
I am good, and I am kind.
My lonely walls have been abandoned
but you'll still be playing make believe
stuck between a creek and a canyon.