Temporary
©2007 Debra Fotheringham

You asked if I was temporary.
Looking back, I too, should have queried.

I leaned against my car to feel
the reassurance of its steel.

A little at a time,
A little every day
That's how we fall away.
A little less resolve,
A little less truth,
unravels me and you.

The night is gone.
Your words stain the sidewalk.
Now it's only steel that holds me up.

How do words that we confide
end up turning into lies?

Chorus

Say it plainly now.
No metaphors.
Don't make me find the truth
Inside your words.

Chorus