Dot

it's not my fault,

it wasn't up to you.

christmas eve comes once a year

and that will never do.

your image started fading,

i closed my eyes to see.

tell me do you close your eyes for me?



now your door seems half a world away,

the price of gasoline is more than i can pay.

plus i don't have a car

i can call my very own,

i guess i'll spend another night alone.



if i could say that i'm sorry,

who would i say it to?

besides apologies mean less than dirt to folks like me and you.

you know it's true.

should i say too bad, or so what?

what's appropriate? should i show it?

call you on the phone and let you know it?



back at my house there's nothing on tv,

the bathroom mirror casts confusing looks from me to me.

i watched you from a distance,

for too briefly held you close,

i guess that's just the way this story goes.