Just wave goodbye again
and wheeze as you dance away
in your bed head silly.
And I’ll wait here on the corner
in Pjs and your corduroy shirt
shamelessly improper in rush hour traffic.
it came to me today
in the bare soles of my feet
that no matter how many dreams I
filled with tulips and tears,
wheezes and corduroy was the
only promise you ever made to me.