For Old Times Sake

There were maybe two hundred people there

     There were fifty

 

Looking around all the faces my eyes caught yours

     I felt you looking at me

 

As the music played I watched your expressions

     I was thinking of the unwashed dishes

 

When I looked again you turned to look at me

     I went out for a cigarette

 

After the concert I couldn’t stop thinking about you

     I’m not sure I would have recognized your face again

 

We met again at the Bach festival

     It was a jazz concert

 

You were wearing a pink dress and a green blouse

     The blouse was blue it matched my denims

 

I asked you out for dinner, I knew you would accept

     I had nothing to do that evening

 

We had a long and passionate courtship

     The next time I met you was on a rainy day, you          gave me your umbrella

 

You said you’d always wanted to be a June bride and I agreed

     We were married in September

 

Anyway I just phoned to wish you a happy birthday

     I’m coming Nicholas darling it’s my ex, he gets it          wrong every year

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