Another Night

Do you hate me now?
I guess you should.
I know if I were you,
I would.

My voice was weak,
as you shook your head.
Now I wish,
that I were dead.

I don't know how,
but I guess it's true.
I guess I really did,
lie to you.

It was your voice,
it had this tone,
that made me feel,
as if I were alone.

I guess there's nothing to do
but turn out the light.
Maybe we can talk,
another night.

written 2002