Don’t love me she said in her head to the dead
For I can’t love you back, your soul is in bed
Whether it is up or its down, in the clouds or the flames
I can’t love you back and it’s an awful shame
I feel you here, there’s fear and tears
I should be scared but your presence steers
Me somewhere I know, I trust, I go
Somewhere where there’s both friend and foe
You make me feel sound, soul round, mind bound
Strange that up or down you put me on ground
Ground that is solid under my shaking feet
I may sit in a chair but you are the seat
You hold me, console me, control me
You presence will grab tightly and have me wholly
You whisper you love me when its dark and I’m in bed
But I can’t love you back, for you are the dead