*
you say you don't need to know
all the records in his collection.
that there's no meaning in the words
of his favorite songs -
they are all english to you, anyways.
you see no difference in your minds
you don't feel the need to understand
the way he looks at the world
in contemplation.
you think it doesn't matter
that he really loves to travel
and run from comfort and habit formation
while you love to feel at home.
you say all you need is your heart
full of love
and your ever open arms.
and i really want you to be right.
for the sake of you and him
and me and us and them.
but love's not a walk in the park, baby .
*
