There's Not Much More to Say
Now night hangs heavy
I am alone.
Lost in the past.
Why do I stare at you, in my mind,
with your dark eyes living velvet
in which I lose myself?
My fate's contained in yours.
Let us be extremely frank
and speak the truth about ourselves --
share our anxieties together --
discuss between us what sort
we can't be any longer,what sort
we now desire to be.
Fallen out of love with self-conceit
we shall not regret the loss.