Unreal place, somewhere that is nowhere,
Something that is nothing,
Like a look or turning around
That then becomes everything
Sucks in all emotion
Takes on all meaning
And creates the very thing it fears:
Loss and estrangement.
This is the vertigo that brings us,
most surely,
To throw ourselves over the edge,
Such sweet relief.
After all there is nothing to fear now for we are falling.
And so in this…
If there is no love, then there is no love to lose,
And no relationship then no betrayal,
Except that of not being present at a film,
Walking out to take a call from another man,
Arranging another thing at the expense of the thing you are doing,
Choosing intentionally to steal time,
To raise doubts to leave guessing..
And then making a focus of the inadvertent, accidental……
Or misinterpreted……
So that all that was good,
Hours of focus and meaning,
Time of effort and caring,
Is boiled to nothing in passionate heat,
That leaves only the salty dust of dried out tears
On these pillows where your beauty should rest
And your love should be.
And our love could be
And our love would be
If you would choose to let it be.
Songs for Huda 