Paul Baribeau
Nothing to Say
I remember the way you felt
Your bathing suit was still wet
When you got cold you put my sweatshirt on
And I never got it back

The sky looked like a watercolor wash
A hot-pink-orange sunset
And maybe I should have told you how I felt
But I never thought you would believe it
I figure it is too late now, and
It's sad to think about

I remember the way you kissed
It was warm like fresh thunder fuzz
We layed our sleeping bags side-by-side
In whatever town that was

The sky was soft in pale pastels
Right before the sun came up

And I could call out your name
But the sound would never reach you
Or I could call you on the phone
And have nothing to say

I remember the way you laughed
But I try not to think about that
I remember the night you called and said
You were tired of being sad
Well so was I
Most nights just look like smeared charcoal
All in shades of grey and black
And I could call out your name
But the sound would never reach you
Or I could call you on the phone
And have nothing to say