I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish you sat on the sofa and I sat near. The handkerchief could be yours, the tear could be mine, chin bound. Though it could be, of course, the other way around. I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish we were in my car, and youd shift the gear. Wed find ourselves elsewhere, on an unknown shore. Or else wed repair to where weve been before. I wish you were here, dear, I wish you were here. I wish I knew no astronomy when stars appear, when the moon skims the water that sighs and shifts in its slumber. I wish it were still a quarter to dial your number. I wish you were here, dear, in this hemisphere, as I sit on the porch sipping a beer. Its evening; the sun is setting, boys shout and gulls are crying. Whats the point of forgetting if its followed by dying?
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 18:38:10 +0000
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