For Want Of

Rites Of Spring

I - I believed - memory might mirror no reflections on me.

I - I believe - that in forgetting I might set myself

free.

But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught

in my throat - And then I choked.

I - I bled - I tried to hide the heart from the head.

I - I bled - in the arms of a girl I'd barely met.

And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters

on the ground - And then I drowned.

(And if I can't see its for want of....)

You - You said, "I see", if there's nothing here than

it probably mine -

My - My turn to see if there's nothing here it will

always be mine.

I - I've learned the taste of days that will always

burn.

I - I've learned if its in the corner of my eye I

can't walways turn.

(And if I don't see it's for want of.....)