The last thing she said to me was
“Go figure it out”
Just before that she had said
“It has always been so wonderful and lonely in your head”
Left me quite perplexed
And struggling to find words for what I’d say next
And back when the storm first struck she said
“We’re going to figure this out”
This was all before she’d said
“It has always been so wonderful and lonely in your head”
I wasn’t yet perplexed
Or struggling to find words for what I’d say next
The first thing she’d ever said to me was
“I’m going to figure you out”
