#okayineedtocomebacknow

You're sleeping, I hope, tucked up in the that farwayarchway place we shared
I've not the means to say how but reaching back on a straight-edged bookshelf
I came to you, through New York New York and that one Mumford on a deck,
losing a coat (ah the rants) but finding you, that's the greatest trade ever
so how facing a slick run of river, some whipper-snipper growling out the distance
can i seek and say, I'm with you, there, tonight my sweet