it doesn't matter darling,
it really doesn't matter,
and i don't say
it doesn't matter,
in order to hurt you into feeling:
that it DOES MATTER,
that it REALLY DOES MATTER.
not at all,
not at all.
i stand beside you
in the midst of this vast enterprise
of human activity and desire,
deafened by the noise
of my own heart,
twisted by an appetite
for justice and for peace,
and i look at you,
the one i tried to love,
the one who tried to love me,
and it comes to us
from the place where we began,
the place where we will end,
a voice that includes
your voice, and my voice,
and we are
gathered together,
we are born together,
and we die in each other's arms,
and it is heard as a mighty voice,
or a gentle voice,
a whispered voice,
or a thundered voice,
above all,
the voice that we most
desperately
long to hear,
it is the voice that can forgive us,
and it says,
it doesn't matter
darling,
it is the truth,
the truth of all forgiving.
listen now. listen from
the wreck of your baffled love.
it is the truth,
the very truth
of all forgiving.
it doesn't matter darling.
it really doesn't matter.