Walking home on Sunday night
I passed a couple at a bus stop
Loving each other
With eyes locked into eyes
And arms locked into arms,
And just as I reached them,
I heard him say,
- You know something I’ve always
Wanted to do but couldn’t do?
And though I wanted to stay
And listen,
I knew it wasn’t meant for me,
So I just made up the rest,
- I want to race an airplane on a runway
And win, till it crosses me by,
It’ll be a short race,I want to bite the end of the cone off
And suck the whole scoop through it,I want to make love under a streetlight
(To which I’d like to imagine she’d push
him away, but just so)
- I want to play hobo for a day, then take
All the loose change and toss it into the Thames,
Watching the tuppence plop, one by one,I want to pretend I’m a busker playing an
Exotic instrument, when in fact I’d just be
Beating an old shoe box,I want to read the Ulysses and get past
Page 255 for once,I want to burn my laptop, Blackberry, iPad,
(And she would remind him he didn’t have an iPad)
- I want to own an iPad… to burn,
(Yeah right, she’d say, but how will I reach you?)
- Just call my name,
(She’d laugh- That’s silly!),
- Shh… I want to find a magic lamp and wish
That I may breathe you forever,
Breathing me,
So that’s what I thought he’d want to do
That he couldn’t do,
As for me, I wanted to call someone,
And hear her say,
- I was just thinking of you.
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