How Much Poem by keith brown

It's so hard just too feel,
To know what's fantasy to know what's real
To look into your eyes and see the truth.
How much of this is me,
How much is you?

I've loved you in the evening, and
the early morning light.
Held you in my arms on dark and stormy nights.
Now you want to walk away,
your longing to be free, and
the question I keep asking is.
How much of this is you, how much is me?

It's so hard not to cry,
To listen to your silent alibi
To let go of your hand and set you free
How much of this is you, how much is me?

I've loved you in the evening, and
the early morning light.
Held you in my arms on dark and stormy nights.
Now you want to walk away,
your longing to be free, and
the question I keep asking is?
How much of this is you, how much is me?

It's so hard, just to watch you walk away.
To not-get down on my knees and beg you stay.
Guess that's just the way it's got to be.
How much of this is you how much is me!