Like a bud in the springtime

A dream of pink and blue

A heart unwitnessed

A poem unfinished

By me much less by you

I’m as still as the daybreak

As pallid as the moon

I thought you would never touch my skin

Then I let you in too soon

Sing the ways that you kept me

Thought you yourself were gone:

Your halting weakness

The skill of your fist

The love you’d take ’til dawn

The convulse of a rhythm

Dissevered of its tune

Your one contribution conceived in sin

When I let you in too soon

What could I give to you

When failing’s the one thing you’re willing to do

Take your hit; break your fall

Forget what I saved ’til I find that you’ve squandered it all

I could not have imagined

All that I’d be to you:

The death of music

Broken tables

A promise you withdrew

The delight of a sunrise —

Oppressive heat by noon

The love of your life that you lost to win

Cause I let you in too soon

I let you in too soon