I'm Talking About Love

Wandering about the streets

On a cloudy, cool October night,

I sip on my bagged whiskey

And wonder where my life has gone.

My job. My kids. Oh, I'm talking of it all.

It's all gone. Including my wife.

I couldn't control myself from the sins

Which splinter bonds asunder.

My face so hairy, stubble bristly like a cactus,

Clothing so battered, I look like a vet on the Mall,

I thought about digging in a trash can

For a tin cup to use for spare change.

Maybe that's what I'm worth. Chump change.

What it boils down to for me, however,

Is the issue of love. "Oh yeah?" you ask,

"What about it?" And I then perceive you the village idiot,

Because despite the fact I've lost everything else,

I've still got precious memories of what cures all ills.

Yes, I'm talking about love,

The thing which makes dancing under the moonlight

So precious in that I fix my eyes upon my partner

And see the stars so bright shine their luminousity.

I miss those sentimental moments,

And long to recapture them.