Too Soon

Like a bud in the springtime
A dream of pink and blue
A heart unwitnessed
A poem unfinished
By me much less by you
I’m as still as the daybreak
As pallid as the moon
I thought you would never touch my skin
Then I let you in too soon
Sing the ways that you kept me
Thought you yourself were gone:
Your halting weakness
The skill of your fist
The love you’d take 'til dawn
The convulse of a rhythm
Dissevered of its tune
Your one contribution conceived in sin
When I let you in too soon
What could I give to you
When failing’s the one thing you’re willing to do
Take your hit; break your fall
Forget what I saved 'til I find that you’ve squandered it all
I could not have imagined
All that I’d be to you:
The death of music
Broken tables
A promise you withdrew
The delight of a sunrise —
Oppressive heat by noon
The love of your life that you lost to win
Cause I let you in too soon
I let you in too soon