Life Full of Holes

I see you so rarely.
I wonder why.
Each time that we meet
more time has gone by.
The more that I live, the more your love escapes me
in this life full of holes.

I once wrote you a love song.
I sung it up on a stage.
But the words came out different.
They sounded strange.
The more that I sing the more my songs escape me
in this life full of holes.

Life full of holes:
another one every morning.
Another piece of you that’s missing
that I feel with no warning.
You’re gone and I can’t think what I’ve done.
There are no clues to solve this riddle,
only little pieces of oblivion.

I can’t remember, honey,
why you couldn’t stick around.
I can’t remember, honey,
as I walk through this town.
I can’t remember –
was it me or you
who let the other down?

I can see the church
where our wedding would have been.
I can see them celebrating mysteries
but I can’t go in
because we’re the greatest mysteries I’ve ever come by
in this life full of holes
in this life full of holes
in this life full of holes.

Tam Lin