Hands shaking
Lips slightly quivering
We talked.
But this wasn't just a talk
No.
This wasn't a lets try to fix this talk.
This was a 'Can we talk?' talk.
And in this 'Can we talk?' talk there was one voice
Her voice,
but it wasn't her voice as Ive known it
it was a 'Can we talk?' voice
And in this 'Can we talk?' voice I heard no sympathy
no compassion, nor sincerity like her past voice had.
Lord was her past voice magnificent
pure ecstasy ran though my veins when she had told me she loved,
but that seems to have been a lifetime ago.
Now she couldn't even look at
the rare occasions that she did
I saw that it wasn't even her eyes that I glanced back at.
It was 'Can we talk?' eyes
they were Death,
the pupils are dark abyss that sucked the life right out of me.
Unlike her past eyes,
eyes that were Life,
they could bring hope to a man on death row.
Who was talking to me?
Who was looking at me?
I'm a damn fool
I still felt her warm glow
I still heard her beautiful voice
I still saw the eyes of a goddess.
Even in this 'Can we talk?' talk I felt at peace
Christ even in a break up she provided sincerity.
What the hell?
