It's been two years or more.
I'm still here beside you,
though I'm not sure what for.
The longer I am near,
the angrier I get.
I can see and touch you,
but you'll never be mine I fear.
My heart aches and I want to weep.
I am a nomad and a fool.
I know I'm poison to you,
I selfish and it's you I wish to keep.
My love you give me such kindess,
why couldn't I let you in?
You must put me out,
out into the wilderness.
There's something I must do before I leave.
Touch your face and kiss your mouth once more.
I want you to forget me, no reason for you to grieve.
