Simon Two

Don’t come back this way, to see the ruins, hung as we separate, a tired game, I play cool, but dream of the day, just what it takes, a celebration at noon, you to remain, I can’t explain, there are no avenues, to keep me in shape, here in the shade, weeping for you, my thoughts drip like rain, are you made of clay, I howl at some tune, I’m not too late, no matter what we sing, or what we say, love must find a way, in yellowy spring.