You know you need me;
So, come to me. You
Know you love me;
So, love me.
All this time I have never written a
Single line about you. Never dared
Reduce you in poetry, though
Many a time I was about to;
This is madness — you in tears,
Trying to fight this world alone
And sighing into your soul
Holding onto a telephone
Why hurt a life that has promise
To unfold to the artless spring?
What would I have when you’re over
And you deny everything?