ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
OH IT'S YOU
pardon me
I was in the other room reliving a book
the tale carried there
has nothing to do with me
but while I read it it was so real
I forgot I was in the room
I even forgot myself
strange that a tale
could believe itself so much
that you believe in it
more than in yourself
when I heard you I stood up and walked forward
the book still in my hand--
only a book now a thing I carried
nothing to do with you or me
so good to see you again
come in we're alone now