Sometimes I listen to the music we used to listen to And it makes me feel closer to you It's a full moon in the daytime sky Like the links we used to make My initials on your plates And Heyer on your mother's shelf The cameo around my neck The carving out in Montreal The scent of an exotic fruit And cherry cards... Going shopping at the mall And writing on a restaurant wall. You can call it imago Or the universe in action Grief is a better excuse than attraction She calls it a problem with impulse control He says it's dumb romantic notions Poets and songwriters searching for signs Trying to make sense out of life After so many trips to Chapters Still nothing to read between The lines are down A minute longer is The expiry date on honesty Around the time it starts to get uncomfortably Close to reality. And if I saw you now I'd probably lose you in the crowd Then walk around all night at home In a daze and all alone. So we can't be friends, but I needed a friend Not...
A spiritual being having a human experience: musings on love, happiness and meaning.