closing our book

no turn of the screw
straight ahead i could catch
the briefest sight of you

wearing your favorite red
it wasn't only what you said
that turned me blue

so what had i heard
when you flashed me a smile?
i tried to catch each word

running on fertile ground
it wasn't only what i found
that seemed absurd

you gave me that look
and a toss of your hair
but something else you took

meant more to me than life
i felt the stinging of your knife
closing our book