just for a moment, love

if i weren't here
if i weren't who i am to you
if i were merely someone
on the brink of understanding
everything you are

if i weren't here
among the words you speak
under the very feet
you use to walk away from me

if i were merely here
to listen to every
word that carries
every bit of me away
would you mind if i stayed
just for a moment, love

if i weren't here
if i weren't every bit
the man you can't stand
would you mind if i
took your hand in mine
just for a moment, love

this scene is nothing new

guy walks down a road he knows
he's wandered many times before
looking for something, someone,
somehow, some reason to ignore
the signs that flash their lights in spite
of night's desire to overcome
the moon and all it thinks itself
so sure its stand against the sun
through gutter trash and safety glass
he wades neck deep and waits for sleep
in lieu of picket fences painted
red to match these bloodied streets
and though this scene is nothing new
to him whose paths diverged once more
whose woods give way to meadows
just may find his shelter from the storm