So I wake myself up and try a smile on for size.
It shrank in the cold, now it doesn’t quite fit;
And the certainty that you’ll call round in a bit
Is slipping away – guess I’ll let it slide.
And the dust of
Strong coffee and cheap European hotels,
Your hand on my shoulder, and lessons learned well –
You ain’t ever big enough that it ain’t gonna hurt.
Where hope stretched as far as the distant hills
And you, haloed, leant on the windowsill -
Faded to homecomings, drizzle and rain.
Guess we let it slide, what we had of love:
Sea sand to ashes; Croatian dust.
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