The distance that keeps you

Why would he come
back through the park?
You thought that you saw him
but no you did not
It's not him who'd come
across the sea to surprise you
Not him who would know
where in London to find you
With sadness so real that it populates
the city and leaves you homeless again
Steam from the cup and snow on the path
the seasons have changed
from present to past
The past
The past
Turns whole to half
the past
Why would he come
back through the park?
You thought that you saw him
but no you did not
Who can be sure of anything through
the distance that keeps you
from knowing the truth
Why would you think your boy could become
the man who could make you sure he was the one?
The one
My one
My one.

(The Park - Feist)
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