It shoulda been different.
Easy to say.
If we coulda done that,
Woulda things changed?
Who am I to know what you
Should or shouldn’t do?
Who can tell if what we feel is true?
If I woulda seen it coming
I coulda moved away.
I guess I shoulda
But I didn’t.
So now I say,
“Better to love and lose
Than never love at all.”
Trite as it may sound to you,
The writing’s on the wall
And has been all the while.
I just didn’t see it there before.
This tale’s at its end
There just isn’t anymore.

• I. I thought I had an address,
• but all I had was a PO Box;
• a place for friends to send the mail
• when they would care to write.
• I thought I had a home,
• but all I had was a place to sleep
• and a body to seek the warmth of mine
• in the stillness of the night.
• I thought I had a family.
• I thought that you were meant for me.
• I thought that this would always be,
• but I guess I wasn’t right.

• II. I hope someday you’ll look and see
• what you have lost
• and realize it was all lost
• at your insistence.
• I hope someday you’ll remember this—
• this, that we had
• and realize it could have lived
• with just persistance
• I hope someday your tears will fall
• just as did mine
• and realize that now you weep
• without resistance
• I hope someday you search for love
• just as I sought
• and realize that what you seek
• you’ve lost to distance.

• As much as I would like to stay,
• It’s time for me to go.
• As much as “yes” is on my lips,
• The spoken word is “no.”
• The injury I sought to heal is still inflamed and red.
• The love that seemed so tangible
• Was all within my head.