November afternoon
In my head it’s still mid June
and tomorrow’s coming soon
Not this dreary afternoon

Amazing how it feels
like I never left that place
A place I once belonged
Echoes of a song

Your life as you would tell it
Hanging on the wall
All the frames and memories
And you lived through it all

The title of your picture:
‘Autumn 1985′
A picture of a long-gone time
When he was still alive

Your leather sofa
Sport on TV
The smell of proper coffee
Coffee, never tea

And the summer house –
That’s gone now
Like those sleepy afternoons
And the stories –
Now forgotten?
Driving towards the moon

And I didn’t cry for you

I cried for myself

I cried for those sleepy afternoons
t
hat will never come back