Hearts Still Care

it’s not sad when you lost your love
or when time took away your youth
it’s not cruel to say you behaved
in every manner uncouth

it’s tragic perhaps, who knows
for whom, who can really say –
when you refuse to see me now,
as you walk on your merry way;

maybe, in all of this turmoil,
in this codeless trivial game,
there is some justice prevailing
when i disremember your name.

The rain falls like it does each year.
It takes away all you held dear,
It washes the soul with age
(If there is a soul to assuage),
It leaves damp, sweat, mosquitoes,
It brings forgotten fevered woes,
It blots out the sun with panels of grey…
Do you pretend to like things this way?

Some say the mind is a pale full moon,
Twirling to an erratic tune,
Played by some lunatic in a room,
Driven from hope born from who knows whom…

The rain stops like an unfaithful lover
Nothing old to save nothing new to discover.

Then pretend you love that barren moon:
Find two legs to dance to that tune,
Til you find the haunted soul who starts it all,
Lead him to a grave, cut his throat, let him fall.

Sometime will I think of the pain
When I thought you were a friend
Then I shall not be repenting again
For the pain might come to an end,

Yet memory of it will cause me to see
Hidden motives in each new set of eyes
And every truth shall fail to be
Because you once converted all to lies.

Time itself has conspired with you
As what you once were you now are not
Teaching me the false instead of the true
To demerit friendship, distrust the lot.