Just before our love got lost you said, "I am as constant as a northern star." And I said, "constantly in the darkness, where's that at? If you want me I'll be in the bar." On the back of a carton coaster, in the blue TV screen light, I drew a map of Canada, with your face sketched on it twice. I am a lonely painter, I live in a box of paints. I'm frightened by the devil and I'm drawn to those ones that aren't afraid. I remember that time that you told me, you said, "love is touching souls." Surely you touched mine because part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time... I met a woman, she had a mouth like yours. She knew your life, she knew your devils and your deeds and she said, "go to him, stay with him if you can but be prepared to bleed." You're in my blood like holy wine, you taste so bitter and so sweet, I could drink a case of you, darling and I would still be on my feet...
Finally, for the first time in 3 years, this really is goodbye.
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