Frances Quinlan A Secret
Last time I was here
Changing the subject
"Just look at the lawn," you said
"It shouldn't be so green in December
Do you think we should worry? "
It's been a long time
Since we argued
And that argument ended
You walk in and out of pain like a tide
How did you want me to look?
Even older? Even older?
Don't tell me where you've been, okay
But of course I'll visit when I can
Of course you'll visit when you can
Of course I'll visit when I can
I'm not making a fuss
Most of this isn't even a secret
Impossible questions like
"How can you still talk to them?"
When that long shadow stretches from their little house
All the way to the top of your mountain
But of course you'll visit when you can
Of course you'll visit when you can
And when I said "justice"
It just isn't what I meant at all
I do not speak for you
But I look forward to remembering him as a bad man
And that's it
Most of this isn't a secret