Maison Ikkoku

In a little while from now,
if I’m not feeling any less sour,
I promise myself to treat myself
and visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top
Will throw myself off
In an effort to
Make it clear to who-
Ever what it’s like
when you’re shattered.
Left standing in the lurch
At a church
Where people saying’ My God
That’s tough. she’s stood him up
No point in us remaining
we may as well go home’
As I did on my own;
Alone again, Naturally

To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful bright and gay;
Looking forward to,
well who wouldn’t do the role
I was about to play;
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around;
And without so much,
As a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces;
Leaving me to doubt.
Talk about
God in his mercy, who if
He really does exist
Why did he desert me
in my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, Naturally.

It seems to me that there are
more hearts broken in the world
That can’t be mended Left unattended;
What do we do?
What do we do?

Alone Again, Naturally

Now looking back over the years,
And whatever else that appears;
I remember I cried,
when my father died.
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty five years old,
My mother God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand why
The only man
She had ever loved had been taken;
Leaving her to start.
With a heart
So badly broken,
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
and when she passed away
I cried and cried all day;
Alone again, Naturally
Alone again, Naturally.