I’m watching that movie again
The one where each different Love
All seem as one in the end
Like different fingers on the same glove
Different only when they bend

My toes are cold under these old covers
I think of you as I write
You’re specter, over my shoulder hovers
The pattern on this bit of cloth, pains of our past, my plight
It knows us well, but has forgotten us as lovers

She just asked if he’s been writing
How could he, I, write in this freezing black
She, YOU, took away my lighting
No sun, the warmth of day, a life of lack
My heart, lungs, for Love and air, fighting

A day passes again, and I watch you
Through this window in my hand, bright
If only you could see how I lived true
Breathing hard, heavy heart, my endless night
A candle in the dark, flickering, but waning too

He brought up his old promise to her
Not unlike one I made for thee
I can’t do much, but in my heart, his feelings inter
You’ve been my life, my death, and the great she
Positive, negative, not the latter I’m sure

Even if destined am I to do this until I turn old
I shan’t forget the billowing warmth from way back then
Because my heart is heavy, and toes are cold
I’ll watch this movie again and again
Maybe, just maybe, our story will likewise unfold