They say that once my heart was young and I
Naif to think my love was stronger than
All others. Well, my heart is not so spry
As once it was and I'm no more that man.
Sometimes I wish that you were here to hear
My thoughts and passions, that we could still share
As once we did, completely without fear
And without words, together without care.
I find myself, instead, mostly alone
And 'they' are not the slightest bit aware.
I know I am the only one, a lone
Pretender--last remaining of a pair
Whose naive loving seemed as though it should
Endure forever but it never could.