Pulling a string
Frayed patient at the loose end...

One arm searches an empty half of bed
The missing woman whose scent stayed to sting...

Just to the left of my anguish
Another smile sidles up to my pride...

Walking through the garden of my days
I found my only flower...

Oh beautiful
For ignorance...

A smile drawn up by beauty
A dream embraced from the start...

It's possible I went too far
Sitting here thinking what chances are...

The footfalls set my rhythm
Squeaks and crunches please me...

It's easier to mourn
Than to balance doubt with hope...

If through to the end
I was to decide this thing...

I am the fantasy
That you'd been waiting for...

If only I could see the street I'm on
I could turn on a crossroad and be gone...