I went upstairs with you,
a stupid thing to do,
I knew, but I thought better of you, too.

I let you hold me near,
but my doubts you wouldn't hear,
and I ran away with guilty tears.

I went upstairs with you,
wanting anything to do
that would make me feel included, too.

I let you hold me tight,
and I thought you saw the light,
but it ended up a lonely night.

I went upstairs with you,
an unlikely thing to do,
but I loved you and you loved me, too.

I let you hold me there,
a memory that we share,
and I'm blessed to have a love so rare.

TMK 17mar2009