do you recall staying up late stoking the fire?
our son's blue/red eyes calling our names; i knelt to his side
we watched him grow; a curious boy confused by this world
he asked me real slow, "what makes a man fall in love with a girl?"
the back of her hands, the whites of her eyes
when she takes a stand, refuses to cry
the curl of her toes, wrinkles of her nose
the last time she said "i love you" to me
nothing else at all can keep you so down or up all night long
you said something's wrong, but i don't reply; pretend i'm alone
awake on my side, you played with your yarn, taking out the burls
you read my mind; you said, "what makes a man stop loving a girl?"
the passing of time, a two-faced white lie
the shadow of doubt on a lighted sign
a slip of the tongue, a heart in your lungs
a daydream of anything that isn't her