I Know What I Did Last Summer
I came to your house this morning
And posted something for you,
My favourite crushed can of Special Brew.
But I don't think you noticed,
I don't think you cared
Or maybe you were just a little bit scared.
I'm constantly thinking of you.
I walked past the pond at midday
To see a woman crouched down with scissors,
Cutting up bread on the ground.
I assumed it was for the duck,
But I guess it could have been for luck
Or just for the hell of it.
It reminded me of you.
Last week I went on a journey;
The horses were on strike so I caught a train
Through the glaciers and rocky terrain.
It was empty but a stranger sat next
To me and ate cornflakes straight out
Of the bag. He was a pro with chopsticks.
Remember when you taught me to play that?
I'd run out of pebbles so I went to town
Where people collect things and stash them
In their bags like anxious squirrels.
Two policemen stood outside M&S,
Arresting a clown for inappropriate dress,
Big shoes squeaking as she climbed into the car.
Remember that time you got done for MSG?
I took my fox for a walk down by the stream;
We saw a beautiful koi carp
Scurrying up a near-by tree.
There was something lodged in the sand underwater:
A loyalty card for Men Chun fireworks.
I looked at the fox who shrugged and said, "Finders keepers."
Recall when you said that about my splintered heart?
On the last day of summer I went down the lane
To see the colours through the sun and the rain.
A knotted bramble of blackberries
Sheltered the toy Father Christmas,
Though his fur looked pathetic and bedraggled.
I miss being a child at Christmas, I really do.
But not as much as I miss you.
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