Out tonight,
the neighbors are having a party,
and all up and down
this street are cars,
parked where yours did once
and I came home worried
about potential blockage
to the back drive
after watching Charade
with Shannon at the new house that
he and his wife and new baby
have in Reynoldstown.
I drank a beer
a couple of gin and tonics
had a burger
a Coke and a movie and
at midnight find myself back here
with a picture of you
floating in the air…
just simply floating.
I put on a shirt that
you bought me with
a shirt that
you bought me on top
like a double hug
tonight because you
were not here. Burger,
gin and tonic, beer. Stop.
Western Union and Pony Express.
Your quackery is on the shelf.
It’s all gonna be alright.
Still the love of your life.
It’s all gonna be alright.
Beatles playing cards.
It’s all gonna be alright.
Western shirt and empty bed.
It’s all gonna be alright.
When I imagine dreams,
and they will come,
you will be floating there,
just above the horizon,
just simply floating.
Your heart will be a house
and you will hold it in your hand.
The sign out front
will not be for rent
or for sale,
it will just say for me
to move back in.
House,
shirt,
cards,
comfort,
and all.
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