It’s Over

Not now but when I ask you,
I hear myself reply
I know what you’ve been thinking,
Not expecting this good bye

Not now but when I  ask you
For the keys to the front door
Your presence here is irksome
You’re not needed anymore

Not now but when I ask you
The answer to my plea
Do you, have you ever loved me?
The reply is plain to see in your eyes and your face.

Not now but when I ask you
Rapt out in anger sharp
You could not, would not see my pain
Or reach out to me with your heart in the dark.

Not now but when I ask you
Why, why, why, why, why, why
Did you propose, and I agree
And rend our lives and peace did flee
  
Not now but when I ask you
The fumy smoke and ash
The rosѐ wine, and whiskey vodkas
I took them all and turned happiness to trash and oddness

Not now but when I ask you
So why did you have to ring?
It’s over, gone, speak my name no more
Our time together bound by a ring
Is no more a precious thing
But out of sight and time and place
Not now
Not ever
Nevermore.









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