Memento

Threading through the evening

It's later than I thought

A friend of mine is waiting

For cigarettes I brought

She smiles, she seems so tired

So nothing is required

I reach into my pocket

Some things she left behind

Nothing really happens

In ways I can't define

Loose talk of hearts and heads

Of sleep in other beds

It's better left unsaid

She says that she is cold

I wish that I could hold

But no, how can you hold a soul?

You cannot hold a soul

That shines like gold

She shines like gold

I will, I won't, I would

I've said more than I should

She leaves, she goes uptown

She may not come back down

She may not come back down

She may not turn around

She may not make a sound

She may not come back down