Cross-Country Affair
I called you to say
Hello
and you called out ...
Hello ... Hello?
hanging up on my silence.
What game is this I play?
I came to you to hold me.
Cross-country affair
doesn't seem now
what was there then
within your silence.
Goodbye, goodbye
to Tallulah, Louisiana
naked poverty stark.
Goodbye, goodbye
to the meteorite crater
ever always opened in
desert silence.
Is it wrong for me to want you
when in the end you are not mine,
always to another bound
on lifes' road?
Is it wrong for me to hold you
in my thoughts each day
when in other arms you lie,
and as I do not wait
lying in arms to dread
in silence.
I will not love you
if love may yet remain
between you two
while I am yet one
listening forever to
road calls.
Hello ... hello?
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