On Meeting New People or The Poor Man's Song

one.....two.....three....four....
the steps youve left on me, in me, forever.
without you.
take my word and break my name
ill never meet another you again. a you who i love so dear.
our fluid remarks never stopping for more than a few flickering moments
and in our glance we come to find the truth witihin forever.
with you.
i would shake your hand...i would kiss your brow
and he or she or both would know that i love them now
and then again when the sun sets below my view.
not yours...
without you.
its true ill forget some but remember what i will
as will you if our luck lasts
without you
without me

you couldnt have left a better mark
you tried and tried and we still let go
and you will go and go again and i will hold on until my eyes close for good. or bad.
how mamy mes and how many yous?
the nows, vows and goodbyes make it all worth the while
while i know it cant never last forever.
it never does.
take this time to think or think to think.
at least one more minute will give you an editorial perspective
to cut and copy what you will. or would if i was still there to show.

thank you for what you gave or for what i took
in our glourious summer of our panultimate year.

yes, last. as it will.

in me
with me
and you....

the fall comes too soon and we all know the cold too well
and..well....youre not that strong

i think i love you
i think
i love
i



ill run with you
or after

just make sure you remember the blue in my soul
and the warmth of my understanding

ill never stop asking