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There you go
this morning
with frost
in your parka
down London Road
I’d know your walk
But I’m not there
I’m in this dumb room
with your blond hair
& all the beautiful lines
on your very special face

In your doorway
I’ll stay
the light kisses
I’ll place
& there are diamonds
on your eyelids
I’ll stay here
in your doorway
& when we kiss
we both look so young

Your bathroom is alone
the spotless white bath
your brushes & stuff
I’d stand here often
in my own silence
but your bathroom is alone now
& I don’t wait
I don’t walk
down to the table and ashtray
just to remind you again
how much you will always move me

It’s only your voice 
& frost on the wires
It’s only the touch
of your hair
only the sunlight
through your white blinds
It’s only your presence
on all the platforms & rain
in all the aisles
in the glasses & bottles
in the air
in the wayward stars
in all the leaves
in our unhappy faces