And if I sit here long enough in this
Cafe, in this city, in this state
Of hopeless yearning, then I might not miss
You walking past this window, if I wait -
Your pretty feet may touch this pavement, kiss
It briefly, skate: and you might fill my plate
With sweetness, topping up my mug with bliss.
But it’s about a thousand cups too late.
I still find it difficult to think of you living
Somewhere else completely, not even a thread
Connecting us now, not a single line giving
News of you. Here in my separate head
I sit in a black suit, endlessly grieving:
It would be easier if you were dead.
Cafe, in this city, in this state
Of hopeless yearning, then I might not miss
You walking past this window, if I wait -
Your pretty feet may touch this pavement, kiss
It briefly, skate: and you might fill this plate
With sweetness, flood my gloomy mug with bliss.
Or is it now, as it was then, too late?
I still find it difficult to think of you living
Somewhere else completely, not even a thread
Connecting us now, not a single line giving
News of you. Here in my separate head
I sit in a black suit, endlessly grieving:
It would be easier if you were dead.
I will believe you, even though you lie
What’s good for Will is good enough for me
there is no place I’d raher be
*****
And if I stay here long enough in this
Cafe, in this city, in this state
Of hopeless yearning, then I might not miss
You walking past this window. If I wait
I might just catch the moment your feet kiss
This pavement,
For that sweet moment when your feet may kiss
This pavement, then my heart will wheel & skate
. Then my mug, my plate
will fill with unimaginable bliss -
Or is it, as it always was, too late?
my heart will be a boy who can suddenly skate
Like a expert, making the ice flare & hiss
I still find it difficult to think of you living
Elsewhere completely, not even a thread
Connecting us now, not a single line giving
News of you. Here in my desolate head
I sit in my black suit, endlessly grieving:
It would be easier if you were dead.
(If I walk through this winter landscape long enough
Perhaps you will turn into a fall of snow
