adventures in dysthymia

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

OUR SONG

I'm restless this evening, restless to hit
that road. It calls my name, a lover
I tried to forget. I can't
forget, kid. You know by now

I'm not the guy who will hold you
by the fire, share a joint
and a song, desiring nothing
more than the night. It's not enough;

only she can take me where
my dreams live. Sing for me
once more as the fire fades.
Sing our song and I shall go.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

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