Why’d you leave on your light
Like the beacon of Buswell tonight?
Sitting there in the frame
You lean out and ask me my name
And I hope it was all a charade
Deeper interest you would not betray
Cause that lie, from this side, meant to hide that I sing yours all day
Two stories distance is all
If I fail to scale, fatal the fall
Two stories that could converge
Yours and mine looking to merge
But the traffic is heavy and slow
While there’s no other place I would go
I move back to my lane, still our parallel planes all we know
As I recall the ball’s in your side of the court
The courtship’s mast is split, no progress to report
The hungry masses eagerly await your word
Was hoping for one evening of your life absurd?
A stick and carrot, was it fixed there by my hand?
Preoccupation with a pleasant project planned
If she were closer would despair sooner derail?
Were she further stronger effort still would fail
Will we ever look back
Having timing and placement to thank?
Will I pine for some time
And move on once my memory’s blank?
Friends laugh when I call out your name
It’s a funny obsession to feign
But it does underwrite, since that night, how my hope’s been sustained
Now this privately public display
Is a publicly private dismay
Will I open my eyes and get wise to the way that she plays?
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