I saw you again the other day
At one of your local haunts
Guess you never have anything to hide wherever you go.
As for me and my imagination,
We keep each other in check
And never argue about you having to be alone.
I'm still asked about you all the time,
And I guess I'm doing a good job of towing your line.
But sometimes I think about you,
And I know I'll never stand up,
To confront you and all your reasons;
Always the lion controlling her lair
Where the people will never understand you
Because by now I've come to know,
Even though it glitters, it isn't gold.
Well I think I've come to know her,
And without you she would crumble,
So I know you just can't bear to let her go.
Certain things you expose without knowing,
And they prompt answers to the questions,
And there's certain things that have to just be let go.
You were asked about it but refused to take the fall.
And I guess by now it's nobody's call.
There will never come that save for a rainy day,
And I guess my imagination is only white and gray.
But someday I think you are going to feel the cost;
What you think is a win is really the price of what was lost.
07.13.17
©Kerri L. Stanley
