A Long Night's Journey Into Day
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Yet another slip -
I haven't learned my lesson,
perhaps I never will.
"A slip" -
If I can call it that.
A kiss from a stranger
on the marble steps of a library,
both searching for a life
that's almost theirs.
Maybe all these things are not so strange -
a beggar with a lollipop,
a brown-eyed beautiful someone
brushing lips against my wrist
on the train...
Not made of magic after all.
Why did I find you?
What little twist of circumstance
caused you and I to meet
without error?
What was that twinkling that I saw
within your face?
So uncommon, so inhuman -
the way you lifted me from somewhere
I had settled in so nicely.
Tell me,
what should I expect from you,
what should I look forward to?
A guess - an estimation - a chance.
as sure as you were that I would come,
as worried as I was that you'd be there...
I know that you could never be my ONE.
I haven't learned my lesson,
perhaps I never will.
"A slip" -
If I can call it that.
A kiss from a stranger
on the marble steps of a library,
both searching for a life
that's almost theirs.
Maybe all these things are not so strange -
a beggar with a lollipop,
a brown-eyed beautiful someone
brushing lips against my wrist
on the train...
Not made of magic after all.
Why did I find you?
What little twist of circumstance
caused you and I to meet
without error?
What was that twinkling that I saw
within your face?
So uncommon, so inhuman -
the way you lifted me from somewhere
I had settled in so nicely.
Tell me,
what should I expect from you,
what should I look forward to?
A guess - an estimation - a chance.
as sure as you were that I would come,
as worried as I was that you'd be there...
I know that you could never be my ONE.
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