For you, I have so many words
For me, you have none
You live here, a ghost in the flesh
Until the summer passes
And you haunt some other place.
You say, oh hey, I wasn’t listening
Eyes always astray
Awaiting the growth of the
green green grass
to mow, to shear away
Not this year, not this year anyway.
Maybe it was peace at last? Who knew?
We both tried to kill it, though
It’s dying by inches each day.
You’re my invincible friend
And my implacable enemy
But I forget where we were
Were we trying to forgive?
Or trying to separate
So that it will be less sad
When you disapparate?
We’ll just wait and see, maybe you’re right.
And that’s how summer passed
Without any rain to make the grass green again
Do I hold on before it’s too late?
For you I have so many words
But there’s no point in saying them
Because you forgot where we were
Maybe it’s better that way
Maybe it’s not a place we should try
To recall, to retain
Maybe this is not something we should try