When We Are Most Alone

It Is Far More Comforting To Think God Listened And Said No, Than To Think That Nobody’s Out There.

But Common Sense Has No Place In First Love And Never Has.

I Am Every Age, Up To My Own.

You'll Come To My Grave? To Tell Me Your Problems?" My Problems? "yes.' And You'll Give Me Answers? "i'll Give You What I Can. Don't I Always?" I Picture His Grave, On The Hill, Overlooking The Pond, Some Little Nine Foot Piece Of Earth Where They Will Place Him, Cover Him With Dirt, Put A Stone On Top. Maybe In A Few Weeks? Maybe In A Few Days? I See Myself Sitting There Alone, Arms Across My Knees, Staring Into Space. It Won't Be The Same, I Say, Not Being Able To Hear You Talk. "ah, Talk . . . " He Closes His Eyes And Smiles. "tell You What. After I'm Dead, You Talk. And I'll Listen.

I Traded Lots Of Dreams For A Bigger Paycheck, And I Never Even Realized I Was Doing It.