For Kelly Masuda. I’m so sorry. Sing with Chado, please.
I knew you were slipping away.
You told me.
You were telling me.
And I listened
As well as pretended to listen.
While I was so self-absorbed
with my own
slipping away.
And while you were slipping away,
you asked for so little,
but just a little for me to
be present.
But I, making so many
absent promises,
kept slipping your call.
And I, for all the good it does,
can promise now,
now that it’s too late,
now that you’ve
slipped away,
I had every intention, but I guess
those promises and intentions,
like you, like me, just kept
slipping away.