she went over to his apartment
clutching her decision
and he said, did you come here to tell me goodbye?

so she built a skyscraper of procrastination
and then she leaned out the twenty-fifth floor window
of her reply

and she felt like an actress
just reading her lines
when she finally said

yes. it's really goodbye this time
and far below was the blacktop
and the tiny toy cars

and it all fell so fast
and it all fell so far


and she said:
you are a miracle but that is not all
you are also a stiff drink and i am on call

you are a party and i am a school night
and i'm lookin' for my door key
but you are my porch light


and you'll never know, dear
just how much i loved you

you'll probably think this was
just my big excuse
but i stand committed

to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you
is but one of my truths


what of the mother
whose house is in flames

and both of her children
are in their beds crying
and she loves them both

with the whole of her heart
but she knows she can only
carry one at a time?

she's choking on the smoke
of unthinkable choices
she is haunted by the voices

of so many desires
she's bent over from the business
of begging forgiveness

while frantically running around
putting out fires


but then what kind of scale
compares the weight of two beauties
the gravity of duties

or the ground speed of joy?
tell me what kind of gauge
can quantify elation?

what kind of equation
could i possibly employ?
and you'll never know, dear

just how much i loved you
you probably think this was
just my big excuse

but i stand committed
to a love that came before you
and the fact that i adore you

is just one of my truths

so i

i'm goin' home
to please the one i so love pleasing
and i don't expect

he'll have much sympathy for my grieving
but i guess that this is the price
that we pay for the privilege

of living for even a day
in a world with so many things
worth believing

in