on my shoulder

for Vicky, aka Laura, on what, in some alternate reailty, would have been our (a) 10 year anniversary... Tenses and distance? feh, confusion abounds.


49 East Hoover

Taken in the Crown,
and you're eleven thousand miles away.
I've towed and sold the party line
and there is a prize in my hold
and there is a pasion and ring in my voice
and I've not heard yours in too long.

sold a few dreams this week,
and you're 500 miles away
passed on a boyhood passion
that should no longer matter
I've a vision of you and it's support
Tender is the thought that brings your face

Looked out, the valley on my mind,
your drawing room in my hand
what has become of the dreams I've sold?
last year, 10 years ago.
I've not seen you for so long

I'm focused here, selling the new thoughts.
Tenderness will pass and pull along, or choose to faint along the way.

You are 15 miles away,
and it's not far enough.