I Speak in the Halls of Power

By Andrew Woolner

 

I speak in the halls of power

But my voice does not ring true

I have control of millions

But I have no control of you

I climbed so high to find you

But I found Olympus bare

I had your memory put to death

But I remember you

Everywhere

 

They say that I look much older now

and that you haven’t aged a day.

I do my best not to think of you

You do your best to stay away

There’s someone in my arms right now

I hold her very tight

But whenever I relax my grip

I think of you

All night

 

I spoke in the halls of power

But my voice did not ring true

I had control of millions

But I lost all control of you

I stood atop Olympus

While you hid within the grass

I called your name when the bullet came

You whispered mine,

at last.