The Last I Ever Thought of You, Today

There were never any reasons I could give the rain
to stop the endless pounding on my head;
you with all your talcum spices, scents and marble scars
found a way to sin the rain instead.

Break the lamp, slow, babe.
Break the light down, easy.
Tear my heart out, soft, babe.

I'm over you but still I feel the pain.

Rolling down the broadest lane in traffic swept of all,
fingers clutching tightly to a name,
you were weighing deathly on the edge of what I'd done,
scared that you could steal from me her flame.

Turn the flaps up, slow, babe.
Hang your nightgown, easy.
Pour the wine out, gone, babe.

You've changed but all I see is yesterday.

Close the door now, wait, babe.
Hush the hallway, easy.
Pull the shade down, all the way.

I wouldn't trade today for yesterday.

I would not give you back your yesterday.