Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, Awaiting a word. Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, He runs, wishing he could fly, Only to trip at the sound of goodbye. Wordlessly watching, he waits by the window, And wanders at the empty place inside. Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams, He worries, did he hear a goodbye? At, or even, hello. They are one person, they are two alone, They are three together, they are four for each other. Stand by the stairway, you'll see something certain to tell you, Confusion has its cost. Love isn't lagging, it's loose in a lady who lingers, Saying she is lost and choking. At, or even, hello. They are one person, they are two alone, They are three together, they are four for each other.
