if you say so

why do you say it,

when you know

it isn't true?

that's something

i guess i won't

ever really know.

but when you do

speak, your voice low

and eyes raised high,

i only repeat 

your words of war,

a pacifistic skeptic still,

through and through,

the eyes of water on fire

neither burn nor drown,

soft stones stationary

above my nose,

that saw your lips

close, open...close,

words into steam,

and steam into air.

although you've no one

to kiss and dissolve,

your shaking head, 

turned, refused to think:

(it's been days since..)

(how many?)

(i did not count) since

i'd swallowed your fire

to mute my own. 

i would turn off

that crowd burning

your gallant mind

but you'd agree,

(no?) 

it probably is

(too early!) too late.

if you say so.

i know you're right.