Not Much More To Say

Now night hangs heavy over me. And meanwhile, I am alone. Lost in the past. Why do I stare at you, in my mind, with your dark eyes living velvet in which I lose myself? My fate's contained in yours. Let us be extremely frank and speak the truth about ourselves -- share our anxieties together -- discuss between us what sort we can't be any longer,what sort we now desire to be. Fallen out of love with self-conceit we shall not regret the loss.