Cassidy

It's a sin to wish you gone, only children dance, in years so far from home, Callas warms the terrace bar, Campari, Raybans, chance, each admire your shining car, ask for grace beyond our bones, ship you back to France, regrets yet barely done, my senses ache from afar, sellophane shimmers in your distance, cannot name your star, leave messages on your phone, you with electric prance, evening tints your clothes, what makes you call again, feel awkward at your glance, burning ahes light a flame, fury in my balance.