I wish I were clear-eyed and capable,
that I didn't feel the need to know where you are.
I wish I could stop writing love songs,
quit wasting the paper.
But your force was like an indelible ink
that I have to spread thinner and thinner
until I can barely make out the lines
that once told a story more complete than we could act out.
If you ever change your mind, you said...
