Memento

Threading through the evening It's later than I thought A friend of mine is waiting For cigarettes I brought She smiles, she seems so tired So nothing is required I reach into my pocket Some things she left behind Nothing really happens In ways I can't define Loose talk of hearts and heads Of sleep in other beds It's better left unsaid She says that she is cold I wish that I could hold But no, how can you hold a soul? You cannot hold a soul That shines like gold She shines like gold I will, I won't, I would I've said more than I should She leaves, she goes uptown She may not come back down She may not come back down She may not turn around She may not make a sound She may not come back down