A kind of sequel to "Friday Night / Saturday Morning", but written later and about someone else.
Last night
You said I didn't love you, and today you're right.
When you cast doubt on everything that I once knew,
Said that I had never been in love with you,
Said I might grow up some day and then learn how:
Even if I loved you then, how could I now?
I believed you, you displayed such sharp insight
Last night.
Last night,
As though mid-day had suddenly become midnight,
As though somewhere a lamp had met an icy wind
And, like a prisoner-of-war who's being skinned,
Something broke, and screamed, and died within my mind.
And though deathly afraid, no logic can I find
To explain my nauseous, existential fright
Tonight.
Santa Clara, circa 1969