I shouldn’t have opened the door
(I decided I couldn’t take it anymore)
Shouldn’t have flung open my heart
(She said she would just come once more).
Left again, leaving me all ripped apart.
Not knowing the reason: a scrabbling on the roof?
I just had to go and see this storm’s proof,
Now gelled into rent and hidden autumnal leaves
Akin to slighted tricks up magicians’ sleeves.
No time like now, like the present, some day or this hour–
The gravity of the empty not knowing drags with such majestic power.
I shouldn’t have opened this, my old man’s prison door,
But creatures such as we must go out and must explore.
He took her offered hand and into the surf they trod—
Milady and Milord, Milady and Milord.
She took and held his hand as into the grass they went—
The lady and the gent, the lady and the gent.
Chances and maybes risked and the future dawns anew—
Could be me and you, could be me and you.
Ten seconds to Midnight and looms a Happy New Year—
To all cherished and dear, to you all, cherished and dear!