Hello, Karen. Yeah, it’s me again.
Oh, I’m sorry - is it really 2 a.m.?
She hasn’t called me back. But then,
I know she wants to forget my name.
Drunken letters, the accidental kiss.
Why shouldn’t she turn and run?
I know. You’re right. I’m my worst enemy.
Those things can’t be undone.
1,000 words all say it’s true.
The shot I can’t un-see.
But I’d walk a hundred miles in her shoes
to grow to know that history.
Yes, it’s true. My heart won’t let go.
Something feels incomplete.
She doesn’t see what’s real in me
Like the one on Grey Street.
So kind of you to listen,
You’ve been such a friend.
Your voice so soft, so sweet,
With her I pretend.
No confidence - No, I’m not that good
But she’s so right it frightens me.
So grateful for the photographs
except the shot I can’t un-see.
No, I’ve no plans, I’m free.
Yeah, Saturday sounds nice.
I’m looking forward to just you and me!
I appreciate your advice.
[Interlude]
Hello, Karen. Yeah, it’s me again.
Did you get my last call?
I try, every now and then.
I hope this isn’t all.
Stephen’s Reason 2011