You said you loved me, once,
Sweet and bitter-eyed,
In the darkness of a lamplight, on a street you cannot remember.
No, it was twice
You said you loved me.
Both were true.
You said you loved me in the soft glow of your bed, half asleep and mumbling exhaustion.
You may have loved me;
Once, you might have dreamed of me.
But that once or twice is gone;
You love me never now.