Pretending We Didn't Exist

We hang onto those
Who cling to our lapels
Then we vanish
Into the future.

Sometimes I wish
I could dance to a tune
Sometimes I wish
I could keep in step with you.

Patsy Cline's singing
"I Fall To Pieces"
And it takes me to
A place I've never been:
Black and white, and 78rpm.

I hang onto her
Each time I see her again.
She wants me to pretend
We didn't exist.