Miles and miles
broken by
and lit up by
your smiles.

Journeys are and will always be
full of joy or anxiety.

I played top-notch hopscotch
to pass the time
waiting for that moment when
we became ours and mine
was that pronoun for the singles bar
oh
and that didn't rhyme.

bussing a swerve
and
that hit a nerve
must remember to take it slow
go where the verses go
be led to the spring
drink in everything
think on most things
and
see what tomorrow brings

meanwhile in Morecambe
the cockles are thriving
some believe
it's the place to be alive in
and
mostly they're the ones who are
skiving
off work.