Every piece like you is delicate
When puzzles count for more than rhetoric.
Your answers, your questions, your half-held head.
So were taking the time to see through
If everything you said turns out true, but
Its not what you said.
Are we on our way?
(You said its over now.)
Heres a toast to you for all you do,
And a finger pointed toward the door.
If one and one and one is three,
theres one too much for you and me.
We fall short with writing.
Its not what you said at all.
Its in the way you said it.
Let repose be the string
That ties your mouth shut
So youll say nothing at all.
Is this what you wanted?
(Youre so much more than this.)
You are the one.
You are the one thing I regret.