Memory of a morning
That time after we had climbed a mountain together
Sunday
You were leaving soon
And we listened to soft old jazz in my bed
As we slept
Memory of a morning
Now gets bluer as the years go by
The room darker as if it were dawn
Neon
And I held you and kissed your little red tattoo behind your ear while you slept
Because I knew you’d be gone soon
Hours
And I’d keep your side of the bed clear
And hold your pillow for days until your scent left
Missing you like I miss you now
Memory of a morning
Was going to take them all and walk them into the sea someday
Never thought I’d ever sing in your ear again…