Did I say
I love you . . . (no)

Not even from the
highest low ?
Nor from the
lowest high ?

My love is running up the hill
A wolf sleeping in the grass
A silver stream running fast in dreams
A piano in pain

I hear the hounds of love
The clicks of red shoes
The exhalation of locomotive breath
In the winter's gale

Only one way out
can't walk out the door
Eleanor Rigby
Elizabeth Reed
They don't exist anymore