And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
And so here we are
Back again
To you being you
Me being without you
An old poem, dressed in new clothes.
Sunday morning. A vague sense of myself, And a clear vision of you. You in the kitchen, I on the speakerphone. One image. One view. Your face, your private smile. One feeling. One longing. For that you I first saw. And...
On a bright day like this
With your warm smile like today’s
I saw you walk by my eyes
Stranger in me
Feeling home
Less of me
Feeling more
One of me
Feeling for
One of you
A: So, tell me. B: It goes like this. See, see, see? The green light came on The “Active” light came on My gypsy came on Rational doesn’t know she is cross with me Reason doesn’t know she is fed...
Does it happen to you? Lateral movements digging deeper, seizing, arresting, creating heart attacks.
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