On a night long ago

Now stolen by time

Was the last time I meant those flickering words of mine.

On a night when the smell of rain haunted the air

On a night when we had little care

Was the last time I meant it

Is it truly fair?

So, when they ask,

‘Did you ever mean it?’

I’ll laugh and say in response,

‘Once, yes. But truly only once.’

For my love and my lover have since died from when I spoke those three words

And yes, it still hurts.

But I would never regret them for all the sun or birds.

Now as I stand in the pouring rain

No money, no power, control nor fame

I’ll remember the days of when you took away my pain

I stand and know it’s true.

That was the last time I meant

‘I love you.’