I'm trying to remember what it is
that I can't tell you
I don't know it just comes over me.
I can't tell
I can't tell you
I can't know for a fact
I can't believe
I can't be sure
I can't wait
I can't involve myself
I can't win
I can't know
I can't even decide about making decisions
I can't believe you meant no harm
I had the picture of you suitably framed
When you left you left me with a handful of vanity
and self satisfaction
Modesty prevents me from getting in your way
You forgave me I pardoned you
I think a lot about you but it's mostly ghostly
If you didn't have a name I'd give you a name
something Hebraic, masculine, trembling with meaning.
I don't know you when you pass by
some day I won't be doing this
some day I'll be with you
what is lacking
what is given
my crimson shyness has beautiful eyes
-- Jeff Wietor
