(something makes you cry)

silly me
(remembering)
what you tried so hard
to lose -
the rain we left in Memphis
another box of blues
as canyon walls re-painted
by reason we allowed
can’t take it back
can’t make it back
there’s nothing to you now

but the words you speak
and a knack for show -
(when something
makes you cry)
a truth when you have nothing left -
to hold you through the night
much more than this -
(but less than fate)
would bring your soul to weep
a dream before the light is gone -
another you to keep

though I don’t know –
from one til then
who you are (was I so wrong)
it seemed so clear -
for a moment we
(were somewhere we belonged)
to understand this presence
a hint of love’s perfume
beyond the search -
the knowing came
as more than we presumed

of all you are –
what holds you now
what words have stilled your tongue
have filled your night with waiting
for this –
what have you done

don’t worry me
don’t tarry here -
to pretend you lost your way
the crowd has gathered
somewhere else -
and everyone will say
you’re wiser now (I can’t be sold)
by the shimmer of your sun
an illusion of illusion -

it’s me –
what have you done