The Song of Larissa
It’s 7:50 on a Saturday morning and the rain has swept the night away and all I can thing of is you,
My Larissa.
That
payphone in front of the youth hostel in San Francisco
and there’s
that something
in your voice.
And I know you.
I can tell.
Everything is changing.
Everything is changing.
Everything is changing.
Everything is changing.
Touching your cheek in a New Mexico dawn.
Holding you so close
intertwined
perfectly.
Grabbing your eye while you drink from your cup.
And the totality of you fills deep upon my heart.
I love you.
You showed me everything. How could I be wrong? So I drove through the hell of middle California and met you in Baker, the town at the mouth of Death Valley, at 3:00 in the morning to look into your eyes and tell you “You are the One.”
But, because of who are
what was happening in your life
you just couldn’t have me around.
90mph through Arizona in the pitch black January night with Tori on,
and you in her voice…
I’ve lost you forever.
how could I be wrong?
I can’t drink you out of me.
I love you still as I will never love again.
I will never escape what you did to me.
I will never experience a woman’s caress the
way
you
Touch.
And so, now, I am forgone to touch.
I can’t let anybody touch me.
They’d never compare to you.
And that’s what happened,
that’s your legacy.
There’s nothing else you can do.
You’ll never be mine.