what more did we need to know?

and the other ballet
it came and went
like some other day
but not tomorrow
and not today.
what should i say
to back up my claim
that there's very little to lasting fame?
you certainly can't remain
dreaming in the south of Spain
taking pictures on the distant beach
far out of reach
from what all the teachers' teach
as they blend stories into time;
hey brother, can you lend me a dime?
so sensitively in a long soup line
i hear a starving man speak!
he wouldn't be returning for another week
and you didn't fare any better
i threw away your attempt at a romantic letter
when i noticed it was left unsigned,
but i had already told you i resigned.
we had a famous scene from a cancelled show;
what more did we need to know?
you wore a mask and an old swim suit
and had friends who told you you looked cute.
i went to work playing on my flute
and it was bad enough
our exchanges seemed just like trading stuff
when we went from easy to impossibly tough,
like two gods clustered around an old piano
and what we knew we really didn't know
our mistake was beautiful but it came to an abrupt end
like passing the coffin of a dying friend,
i see your silhouette out the back door;
not necessarily what it meant once before.
a crucified Christ sits upon the floor
and it would be hard to overlook
his written words in an unfinished book
but that was then and this is now
you went shopping and i refused to bow
and then somehow
the center shifted and the roadshow began
you took a walk while i ran
and the other ballet
it came and went
like some other day
but not tomorrow
and not today.
what should i say?
we had a famous scene from a cancelled show;
what more did we need to know?