I am a song.
Some prefer something different than me.
Others empathize with my tune.
I make some people feel sad.
I make others feel happy.
Some hear what I have to say, but quickly change the station.
Others, listen to me over and over and say I never get old.
Some people just play me.
Others decide to join me, and sing along.
I am a song.

If I'd know today
Would be the day
That I lost you

The day all my fear
And all my doubts
Came to be true

I would have prayed
I would have said
It's not too late

Now that light has dimmed and music has lost its color
Hopes of yesterday feel like a dream I'm longing for

You were my home
In a life already too big for two
Here all alone
It's exile, to be far from you
You were my home

Morning will soon come
What will become
Of tomorrow?

Like a vagabond
I'll walk beyond
Lands and sorrow

Follow the sun
And if I burn
Let it be so

I hate you
But love you

Despise you
But adore you

I tried to list your flaws
But instead simply realized your perfections

I want you to be happy
But I can’t stand being so sad

I wish I could forget you
Wish I had never met you

But at the same time,
I can’t imagine anything more upsetting

Than having never had the opportunity
To fall in love you.

You notice the browning leaves,
Early victims,
In midsummer
Late July and August
And they parallel our love
Crisping stale edges
Edging inward
Inward to where growing used to be
I blame the sun
The sun of truth
Blasting unmercifully on our greenness
And returning us to the soil
Of amorous compost.