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Nothing to say,

and so much.

Nothing left to do,

but still so much undone.

So much I wanted but you wouldn't say

which way you wanted me to turn.

It was all about you,

to me.

I tried to make it clear,

but still you thought

I was doing it all for me.

A show for myself.



But honey--I'm not that vain.

I love to act,

but backstage is calling.

The minutiae.

The momentum pulling you from me

as time goes by;

we see what we want to see.

You don't see

what I want you to of me.

There's a loyalty and a devotion

caring, loving, endearing,

and even now, I'm going all wrong

again

because I'm telling you about you.

And you--I've got you all wrong.

Why don't you fix my mistakes,