in a cab on my way home

i heard your voice again.
i can't exactly explain.
it was somewhere in a song.
the cabbie turned it up
not knowing it was you.

i felt you reach out to me
the way you did that night.
i saw the look in your eyes
telling me you couldn't love me.
i felt the tears in my own.

you said that not being able to love me
would be harder to do,
harder than telling me you couldn't.
you would have to live with it.
i'm confused - what am i doing?

i know i no longer love you.
i've moved on to someone else.
he loves me back in different ways.
still, no one will ever take your place.
it's safely hidden deep in my soul.

i love him more than i thought possible.
he reaches within when he touches me.
still, i can't help but wonder where we'd be.
i left the cab while the song was still playing.
similar to the way you left me that night.

-- january 17, 2001