Love in the Gaslight

There's something there that is not there-
A subtle ripple somewhere underneath.
There was not there when I was there, so
There couldn't be there now that it's just me.

No one said that, you just thought you heard
What you did not know.
If we'd said that, I'd have heard it,
And you know I'd be the first to tell you so.

There's no other now, who wasn't then,
Which is to say there is not;
It's that bothersome search for mythical clues
That creates the very problem you wish to stop.

You need some help, some kind of doctor, just
To show you that it's all been in your head.
"Mother, May I," she asked him then, "just who
Do you want me to try to be instead?"

Oh, Pretty Dear, see here, see here! Those wishes,
You will remember, we decided to toss?
You gave them up anyway, took part in this play,
Then ask me what I did with what you willingly lost?

Until you stop all the asking about
Something more you may need to be knowing,
I will decide what is best for your mind to be fed.
By creating this wall, you ruin what we are at all,
And you never even wait for me to say
"Simon Says."