In a fantasy that I’d been hunting,
couldn’t live it after all.
You imagined me as I always wanted,
I tried, I couldn’t be that anymore.
It’s a memory, the time escapes me,
wish I’d said it at all,
just surrendering to love, it’s funny,
I guess it doesn’t matter anymore,
Couldn’t laugh, couldn’t cry,
could barely find the time
to live at all, to get by,
just agonise,
I couldn’t ask, I wouldn’t pry,
a deafening desire
to be wanted, to be kind,
to last a night at all.
Did I actually think I’d forget you?
I’ve no ability to fall out of love -
it was realer now that time had shed it,
and it tries, it makes me miss it even more.