Come and talk of all the things we did today
Here
And laugh about our funny little ways
While we have a few minutes to breathe
Then I know that it’s time you must leave
The afternoon sky doesn’t fade, it grows deeper in color, the blue background forming a backdrop against the suddenly-flaming clouds. But I do not see it – it’s too far above and beyond the range of the limited windows. Only the John Hancock Tower registers above the tree-line outside our place, and two hotels resplendent in the dying sun.
But darling be home soon
I couldn’t bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled
My darling be home soon
It’s not just these few hours but I’ve been waiting since I toddled
For the great relief of having you to talk to
Such a simple time, the hours between day and dusk, but how meaningful when they’re shared ~ with a song, with a cocktail, with a bowl of Marcona almonds, or with a friend. In these summer months I don’t mind it, coming so late in the day. Come fall, I’ll feel a little differently. Fall will make it a little harder. It always does.
And now
A quarter of my life is almost past
I think I’ve come to see myself at last
And I see that the time spent confused
Was the time that I spent without you
And I feel myself in bloom
A twist of citrus has turned itself into the vague shape of a heart, and is there anything sadder than an empty martini glass? The last light of the day has now gone away, and the hour of eight is upon us. Shall we dress for dinner, or shall we stay in? These are happy concerns, joyous questions – the carefree pondering of lucky people. One more drink, and then we’ll go, something more to draw this moment out. It’s too nice here.
So darling be home soon
I couldn’t bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled
My darling be home soon
It’s not just these few hours but I’ve been waiting since I toddled
For the great relief of having you to talk to…
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