Saturday Morning

don't make me look
back
on those
pictures
i am so close to you
and yet
i know
i was not that close
so close

and yet you pretend
that nothing has happened
somehow you are my twisted muse
i have written
songs
about you
i have written
poems
so many poems
about you

and i will not tell you
and you will never know
and you have lost the right to know

(and you will not tell me
and i will never know
and i have gained the right to grow)