I didn’t mind, I’m not bitter The very few times and the years spent “God, It’s been empty” Something to feel without coming close I live in the midst of beautiful parks, beautiful streets We don’t have to try Sour (with amphigories) there’ll be no last Long enough for me The street by night it's full, of what kind To your place after this Hear the dirge, and then you’re back “The wind’ll break the glass, But I don’t mind if it rains inside” And to find love (thinking to find love) Would you like me to write it down for you Gone outside in the room upstairs Following the dim light of the lamps The grief fell for a moment and grew into a storm Enough loss to be here Not gone with the others until now And I’ll be veiling the leaves this year, also