Out in the Night

My hand around yours

Fumbling for a minute or two

I don't know what I'm doing anymore

Appalled at my whispered confession

Ihe truth ofit slipping away

With every echo of your repetition

My personal ignorance

Is now public knowledge

Some magical ending

That was supposed to happen

Something left out of this story

Absence taking shape before me

I'm always walking into things

Then trying to get away

'Cos I know that if I start

I will never stop

There's a note that rings

Carried by the wind

Out in the night

Please