Did I ever tell you about
The sad, bad, happy, lively life I led?
About the billion words?
The day after day after days?
About bubbling up
From the depths of my shallowness?
About the crystal moment
On a Wednesday afternoon,
Playing truant
Lying beside slow water?
About all those oases?

Did I ever mention
Any of those timeless people?
The way he joked and grew up drunk?
The way she coped on her own?
The day he came round with a knife?
The way she cried and cried
And showed me it was over?

And what about all that love?
That great, uneven net of love
That even strangers have tended?
Did I tell you how,
Even though I fell from oh so high,
It always broke my fall?
Saved me from slashing my brains out
In the lonely bathrooms below?

Did you hear me talk about
The hopeless beauty of the sunsets?
The way the hollow nights never quite seem to suck me free
No matter how much I tear?
About the compulsion of mundane fears?
The grand inconsequence
That entropy confers?
Forgotten bits of me, already dead?

And did I not say
How your life has touched mine?
How your love, like a cogged wheel,
Has shaped and caused me?
How I need you and resent you
And try and try to touch you back?