Let me down gently why don’t you,
I’m sick of being built up
and then for it all to fall through.
Gently is never as gentle as you think;
that apologetic tone with the kind words
are enough to make a big ship sink.
I mourn for the heart
and for what it never had to start.
I mourn for what it thought could have been.
It’s patiently waiting at the window,
sad little heart, naive quite so
don’t you realise he’s there, accompanied, looking in…
he’s not coming.
You’re just seen.