If I look back,
I know I was loved.
I was given,
When desire was known.
I was held,
When tears were grown.
I was helped,
When the going was rough.
I know he loved,
If I look back;
But it was not enough.
If I look back,
I know I was loved.
I was given,
When desire was known.
I was held,
When tears were grown.
I was helped,
When the going was rough.
I know he loved,
If I look back;
But it was not enough.
After a journey that led me back home,
I washed my hands of viruses
And chanced to see the mirror.
I noticed my shirt askew:
The fold of the collar was bent inward…
I thought about you.
If you were there,
You’d have turned it upright,
In the middle of the road.
I would have smiled;
You would have, too.
And neither would have to say
I love you.
Was it all a lie?
I cannot tell. I do not know.
He promised he’d stay;
But then I watched him go.
Every flower knows,
The bee will return;
The sun can tell
How the moon yearns;
The shore feels the tide,
It understands the sea;
But these metaphors
Everyone can not see.
I guess I am one who
Knows the heart not his head,
Yet they both lie now
Quite broken in this bed.
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