who's left standing
when love goes south
and you're far north
with no way out
when it's gone
and disappeared
while on your face
are bitter tears ...
who's left standing?
the artful game
of cat and mouse
is over now
without a doubt
the easy lies
with cleverness said
turn to a cold pillow
and an empty bed ...
who's left standing?
the final curtain
on the empty stage
will go down on
the love we made
i won't sit down
or quietly leave
and though it was only
make-believe ...
i'm still here ... standing.