it had nothing to do with you
nothing to do with the level of
conversation
darling, we both know
we both know how
conversation comes and goes
through rows of swinging doors
and likes to take hold
when shared with another elderly soul

so we found solace in speaking
softly, our hearts aligning
slowly, realizing
surly, it had nothing to do with us
yet, nothing seemed so important
as where we stood
together

so alone, standing there
savoring the bond
of separation
keeping us connected
it had nothing to do with me
the inclination, the speeding
desire to revel through the wires
of my mind
it had nothing to do with me
nothing to do with me
when there's nothing to do
with me, you'll see
you'll see
that it had nothing to do with me

hand in hand, lying
on the grasses of eternity
staring into somber stars
looking through old glass jars
mars stopped trying to hide
it's life from us
and suddenly we saw it all
together, testing
the validity of our sight
asking, "might this be real?"
it had nothing to do with us
the glimpses of truth
we were able to steal
from a world so surreal

it had nothing to do with us
it was what they call luck
when two people can lie
hand and hand
alone
and be shown
something new
that proves both how right and wrong
we've always been
and pulls the witnesses from within
toward each other

it had nothing to do with you
and everything to do with who
or what
pushed through
to open the door