What now, my Love?
Shall I fall upon my sword? Should I try and find the words? Could we ever be again?
Or would the Fates simply say Nevermore?
What I wouldn't give
For a moment there with you To know what I once knew What I wouldn't do
Only the questions are real
Not the answers
No
Not the answers
What I wouldn't give
But I shouldn’t give
For a time machine
Perfect, pristine
The things that might have been
Who knows what might have been?
The dreams that passed me by now realized The slates I could wipe clean
In spaces
In between
On second thought, perish the thought
So what now, Love?
Shall I forge another sword?
Will I learn the secret charm?
Would you even have me in your arms?
Should I just cry or pray or chant the Tetragrammaton?
Only the questions are real
Not the answers
No
Not the answers
