by Dean Friedman


If I've managed to learn anything at all from what we've done,
It's that even though it fills the cracks and crevices and mends the tattered
souls,
Still we're each other's nemesis, and two halves do not always make a whole.
And though you know I've often heard it said we're made of sterner stuff,
Love is not enough,
Love is not enough.

And all the things I left unsaid, assuming that you knew,
As if there were no question you could read my mind;
And all the times I shut you out and left you hanging- me deaf, dumb and blind;
And tho