Every Time We Meet

Write me a letter if you must complain,
Since every time we meet things start to burn;
Events move past the point of no return.
Now, if there still was anything to gain
I’d make the effort, but it’s all in vain:
What’s there to understand? What’s left to learn?
Just this one thought, darling: best we adjourn
And live apart — here I’m thinking of Spain.

You were a beautiful but faithless bride:
The day before I ran, you still could thrill me,
And then that last evening you tried to kill me.
Was what we had still good? I can’t decide.
Now, every time we meet, I’m terrified,
So if you think I owe you something, bill me.