Was I right or was I wrong.
Was I 25 or 44.
I can’t seem to remember.
That December.
I’ve always been an outlaw.
The outlaw that outlasts.
The life of an outlaw leaves nothing.
But a song. A memory of a song.
Long gone.
Don’t try to understand me.
You might change me, you say.
I walk to my own beat.
See me now.
Tomorrow I’ll be gone.

Do you love me.
Do you still love me.
But do you love me.

A good woman could change me, you say.
It won’t take long to figure out.
You’re not a good woman.
So, stick with me and you’ll see.
Things you never dreamed.
A bottle of Jim Beam.
And broken memories.
But the ride will be a scream.

Do you love me.
Do you still love me.
But do you really love me.

That’s just the way it is.
Everything must be this way.
I walk alone.
To atone for past indiscretions.
Not remembered.
And I always loved you.
Always needed you most of all.
So, you’re always welcome.
To walk around in my head.
One day you’ll see.
While you tried to fix me.
I was fixing you.

Do you love me.
Do you still love me.
But do you really love me.

RGH
12/27/1958
Happy Birthday to Me and you too!