sadly, it’s just easier when we touch
when the blinds are closed
and the voices have hushed

it’s painful to be aware
both of you and of us
but your eyes are just clear enough
for it to be lush

the crush of something that once
seemed so strong.

closing our eyes
and feeling our way through the grass
not up the mountain or past the river,

just walk with me through the grass.

oh bye sweet love,
oh bye oh bye oh bye.
I speak with sorrow as I say,

sadly, it’s just easier when we touch.