This Poetry

Who could say which one was chicken, which one egg.
But so many things get lost Baby, so many things just change.
And you have been so many things to me along the way.
I've kept a vigil at your doorway. I've tried to see it your way.
Cultivated sadness oh so bright on all those sleepless nights.
Love could never be the ground we stand on, but love has got to be the air we breathe.
And I know that I breathe easier when I feel your eyes on me.

This poetry of you and me is bigger still than I can see.
We get caught up in that one verse and we've stayed here far too long.
Maybe it's time, my love, to sing another song.

Love is far too precious and we waste so much time,
Fighting over what to call it, where to put it, how to do it.
Why can't we just be it? I'll be yours and you be mine?
But I'll move on, I'll be fine, I always am.
This time I love the thing you made of me even if you can't.
And if this road comes back again I hope that things are better. I hope we fit together.
Love could never be the ground I stand on, but love has always been the air I breathe.
And I know that I breathe easier when you're sleeping next to me.

The poetry of you and me is bigger still than I can see.
We get caught up in the one verse and we've stayed here far too long.
Maybe it's time, my love, to sing another song.

Who can say which way tomorrow will change. Who can say?
Maybe you'll write it in a letter, maybe we end up together, maybe just I'll just fade away.
I've kept a vigil at your doorway. I have tried to see it your way.
I've tried to let you go. I've tried everything I know.
So many things get lost Baby.
So many things get lost along the way.
So many thing.