[Poem] You and I

Love in the time of my last suicide
Where my end justifies the means each time
Always leaves me wishing for a last refrain

Born again in a cold November
Raised in the city by a kindly stranger
Just to find that I'd arrived too late

You and I are always yes and
You and I are always yes and
You and I are always yesterday

Woke too late, just to find you sleeping
A handmaiden's daughter barely speaking
Married to a man who was married to the game

I spoke quietly, you don't remember
How it was that last December?
You just shrugged and then you turned away

You and I are always yes and
You and I are always yes and
You and I are always yesterday

Maybe there will be tomorrow
Maybe we will be tomorrow
Maybe there will be no tomorrow