Memento

I'm threading through the evening

it's later than I thought

a friend of mine is waiting

for cigarettes I brought

she smiles she seems so tired

so nothing is required

I reach into my pocket

some things she left behind

nothing really happens

in ways I can't define

loose talk of hearts and heads

of sleep in other beds

it's better left unsaid

she says that she is cold

I wish that I could hold

but no,

how can you hold a soul?

you just can't hold a soul

that shines like gold

she shines like gold

I will, I won't, I would

I've said more than I should

she leaves she goes uptown

she may not come back down

she may not come back down

she may not turn around

she may not make a sound

she may not come back down