You really should know by now
He said
You’ve been around for long enough
I guess I’m just an optimist
She said
And perhaps a tad out of touch
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You really should know by now
He said
You’ve been around for long enough
I guess I’m just an optimist
She said
And perhaps a tad out of touch
I’m not
scared
of youI’m
scared
of meNow
I’m
lostIn
this
insanity
Your illness
robbed you
of your lifeAnd it
robbed me
of my mindYour death
still cuts me
like a knifeSo to
madness I’m
now inclined
Does it make me crazy,
if I turn and talk to you anyway?Does it make me insane,
if I see you when you’re not there?Does it make me nuts,
if I know you’re always with me?Does it make me mad,
if I still care?
Upon making the journey,
to the furthest corners
of my mind,
it occurs to me.
What if I can’t remember
the way back?