A BARD'S SONG

A boy with a lute,
A bard with a song,
And this, another performance,
As it’s been all along.

You recite tender words
That you wrote before we met,
Pretend that I’m the muse,
The one you won’t forget.

You almost had me fooled
In believing you could see,
But now it seems so obvious
Those songs were never about me.

And so I sit here
Lonely in the sky,
While you compare her light to mine
And wait to hear her sigh.