There have been much for us to discuss
what distant thoughts keep coming back to us
those that return from the past
what is there to speak about but the confessions of what could have
what sound like solemn nights roar in our hearts
grow weaker in our minds, much weaker as time go by
what have you to tell me of
is it you're sorry for such charm and then left to be fought over again
what is it in your letters but much for me to view it in circumspect
I think it will not bring much good to cry over spilled milk
but it isn't much good either not to think it over and forgive each other
it's been many nights now, that you and you and the other you
came knocking on my mind's door and left me asking myself why
why have you and you and you come back
did I not love you enough, I think I've done enough
did you not think you've loved me enough, I think you've done enough
to you and You and yOu... It's not that I don't want to be friends
it's not that I don't want a beautiful friendship
it was beautiful while it lasted, much beautiful that way
it was not you or you or even you that hurt me so
it was the memory..
of letting go...
image: Kelly Sikkema
-Leoni Matahari