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[Do poems need line-eater lines?]


		    There's_You,_There's Me

	Driftwood...
	that's all it amounts to --
	bits and pieces,
	washing up on the sand.
	Memories...
	that's all that is left you --
	that,
	and the time on your hands...

	   There's you,
	      looking 'round for a lady;
	   there's me,
	      looking 'round for a glove;
	   there's you,
	      with the hand that you gave me;
	   there's me,
	      with my hands full of love.

	   There's you,
	      with that wicked, that passionate grin;
	   there's me,
	      feeling awkward and shy;
	   there's you,
	      with your arms full of heavenly sin;
	   there's me,
	      giving in with a sigh.

	   There's you,
	      with the songs that you gave me;
	   there's me,
	      dancing under the moon;
	   then there's you,
	      trying hard just to save me;
	   'coz there's me,
	      out of step with your tune.

	   And there's you,
	      with some stranger looking out from your eyes;
	   there's me,
	      wondering what I should do;
	   there's you,
	      getting dressed in your latest disguise;
	   there's me...
		 ...and there's her...
		    ...and there's you...

	   Then there's you and that phone call --
	   there's me in the rain...
	   there's you --
	   and then that's all.

	The tide's out again.

	Now here's you,
	   looking warm, in that sweater I gave you;
	here's me,
	   standing naked and cold,
	just sifting
	through driftwood
	that keeps floating in
	on the tide...
	   ...of the memories...
	      ...you left me...
				 ***
	Why can't I remember
	what it was you said
	about why,
	when we argued,
	we never made up
	in bed?

				  -dlh-



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