they looked at me
they said to me
     "take my hand!
     help me up!"

and i said, "take your hand?"


i thought to tell you the truth:
to only squeeze tighter
that i never left

but you would insist that i had
oh, indeed that i had!
     "you let bad happen
     you weren't here"

wasn't i?
i believe it was you
who was missing

you were in his arms
you were in her hair
you held that magazine like
you used to hold your bible
you laid in your bed
you watched that movie
you sang that song
you went to church

you forgot about me

i am still here
but you would not agree

i thought to tell you
to reach out
that my arm has been
outstretched and waiting

but you would insist that
it is the reverse
     "i was reaching
     and you were not"

wasn't i?
i believe it is you
who was not reaching

you were holding back
you were afraid
you did not wish to let go
of his hand or hers
you felt safe where you were
you did not care as
you used to care

you used to care

i still do
but you would not reach

you are so difficult


they said to me
     "take my hand!"

i said, "take your hand?


     yes my love"