Should you one day decide to tell me
what this has been about
Should you suddenly wake up and think
--- oh, I've been crazed
And call me up and tell me that;
I still don't think I'll get it
No, by now, I realize, I will never understand
If even a month ago, someone had suggested
this as a possible outcome
I might have hesitated, might have paused to
consider the chance that you
could explain the turn our lives are taking
The idea that there is an explanation had not
quite paled to non-existent then
But it was fast becoming so
And now, with a few more weeks slid down
the metaphorical drain
And the wall between us built taller, more impermeable
I know I will never understand what has happened
It will not matter, should you ever think to tell me
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