9. The calendar

A warm embrace, a weary smile
A well-worn look that says ‘Wait awhile’
The same old time, the same old place
The same old movement around the face

And I wonder where we went astray
As the calendar marks another day
Something always makes me look away

How can I go? How can I stay?
How can I even begin to say?
For if I try to explain
We only find a way to start again

And we sit and talk seriously
As we wonder, ‘Was it you or me?’
And the calendar watches secretly

And maybe…
Maybe this is…
All there is

There must be more, or so they say
But I have nothing to throw away
Look at me now, what do you see?
Nothing I ever promised to be

And we wonder where we went astray
As the calendar marks another day
Trying hard to keep the thought at bay

That maybe…
Maybe this is…
All there is

A weary smile, a warm embrace
The same old movement about the face