The Boy

And the music
always the music
forever the music
Our band
Our boys
Speaking our words before we even knew them

I hear you here
now
Singing
You could be happy

Yes
and so could you
so could you
The boys of summer fall
Pitches and pitchers
Diamonds and cards of yellow and red
Blue scarf at the throat
Crimson lip-stained linen
does it lie
still
under the pillow
waiting
to be
kissed
I hear you here
now
Singing
You could be happy

Yes
and so could you
so could you
Gifts
Silverblack pieces
Bonds and ties
Found and lost
then found
and lost
again
And the music
always the music
forever the music

And if I come
to London
Shall we see
across a pub pint
Shall we see
if we see
what we see

Or will there still be
only be
always be
The smell of me on your fingers
The taste of me on your lips

Reminding you to
Grow up
Reminding me not to
Grow old

Both of us
Marked
Ruined
as promised

And the music
always the music
forever the music

I hear you here
now
Singing
You could be happy

Yes
and so could you
so could you

© S. Rogers 2007