My dear Lorenzo, you take my hand and understand the tears that I have cried.We light the candles and pour the wine and laugh as if you'll never leave my side.You take me in your arms and tell me that I'll always be the only one.And then you're gone.You come to see me on a Saturday, presenting peonies, knowing just what to say.We dance until the break of dawn, I turn my back, and then you're gone.Swirling in a sea of stars, twirling to the strum of guitars.No one tangles quite the way you do, but now my dancing days with you are through.You think I miss you each time you disappear. Maybe I used to, but it's becoming clear.I know your tricks, I've heard your song. You swear your love, and then you're gone.Remember last time, it was a perfect day. You took me sailing, and then you sailed away.Now here you are, outside my door. You want back in, just like before.Well save your breath, don't make me yawn. You've had your chance, now just be gone.*