helplessly hoping

Helplessly hoping

Her harlequin hovers nearby

Awaiting a word

Gasping at glimpses

Of gentle true spirit

He runs, wishing he could fly

Only to trip at the sound of good-bye

Wordlessly watching

He waits by the window

And wonders

At the empty place inside

Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams

He worries

Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?

They are one person

They are two alone

They are three together

They are for-or each other

Stand by the stairway

You'll see something

Certain to tell you confusion has its cost

Love isn't lying

It's loose in a lady who lingers

Saying she is lost

And choking on hello

They are one person

They are two alone

They are three together

They are for-or each other

—Crosby, Stills & Nash

2017