James Two

My lover asks, were you even born, when you say nothing lasts, are these your ghosts, the dreams you’ve torn, that won't leave you alone, I adjust my mask, stroll down the lawn, I heed no Covid past, don't throw stones, at what you've known, it stops you growing, I enjoy these chit chats, am no fool to pawn, a ticket like that, with love in my bones, I’ll create a storm, everyone needs a home, the key’s on the mat, don’t look forlorn, I don't do aghast, or play the trombone.