but
when I turned away
life refused
to stop
it sped upon me
like every storm
I slept through
and demolished
what I was

And it came to be
That it tore into the real
That which never was

I was walking
past the alley
and wondering
if the dark was real
or if it was
just a trick
of the light
I was walking
Past the old woman
and I was wondering
if she was in pain
or just a trick
of the night
I was walking
past your home
and wondering
if you lived there
or if your life
was just a trick
of maybe and might
and that
is where I was
yesterday

The last riff
in the blues ballad
echoes of her
With clarity like
glass on silk
catching flame from
candles on the next
table

Dream of those eyes
and weep
Dream of those lips
and scream
Dream of that body
and die

But it never mattered
because she never was
and that is all
of the truth there is