Why Do You And I Know?

She stepped back seemed kind of sneaking,

The poker pointing to the broken things,

That look of seeing into things of seeing through a thing to something else was in the eyes it looked as if she didn't know what she was about...

Their eyes met, and something flashed to life; passed between them then as if with an effort they seemed to pull away from each other;

I don't think we ought to touch things,

Supposed she was so, nervous about it was hard to remain quiet as if the distracted thoughts;

Looks as if someone must have been rough with it...

Again their eyes met startled, questioning, apprehensive;

For a moment neither spoke nor stirred, turning away;

It would be lonesome for me sitting here alone it would, wouldn't it?

I've never liked this place;

Maybe because it's down in a hollow and you don't see the road;

Somehow, we just don't see how it is with other folks till something comes up...

Here is some red;

Drew nearer, then turned away;

This time clung together in a look of dawning comprehension of growing horror;

He was walking up and down as if thinking something out and their voices were lost, it was as if they were afraid of what they were saying but couldn't help saying it...

Feeling her way over the strange ground;

A thing 'round around his neck that choked the life out of him...

Years and years of nothing,

We live close together and we live apart,

We all go through the same things, it's all just a different kind of the same thing...

If it weren't, why do you and I know what we know this minute?

I want to go over everything, I'm not satisfied as we can't do better;

But leavin' too soon to me...