If That Is How It Is

If that is how it is, then there's no negotiation.

If that is how it is, then I am surely saddened.

If that is how it is.

You gave your heart to another and now it's in his hands.

If the circumstances had been different ... yes, I know ... but I wish you hadn't said that.

You know, honey, I had a dream once.

You were wearing a medieval dress and standing in a tower. I climbed the tower and embraced you from behind. Your knight for you, fair lady.

But it won't be. Can't be.

You see, honey, what I wanted to do was to break through to your privateness, your withdrawl from the world, and take it from you.

Or did I want to join you there?

It would cover me with comfort like a blanket, true.

It would've been nice. But would it have worked?

I tell myself I'm not ready for sleep yet. And I don't when that will be.

Maybe never.

Goodbye, honey. I wish you well.

Take care, honey, Watch out for life's griefs.

And what about me? O, don't worry.

This'll hurt me -- hell, NOW it hurts me -- but I'll get past it.

Eventually.