I’m tucked 
up tight
corner unit 
third floor 
my birdhouse 
a garret 
I sometimes 
romantically imagine 
secreted above 
the Seine 
or Rhine
or Thames
a place 
of age 
where age 
and wisdom 
percolates and 
whistles and 
where I
call home 

I am not 
nor will I 
ever minimize your 
heartbreak from the 
depths of my 
heart I wish 
that it would 
never have happened 
to you but 
I am not 
the Creator but 
only a shoulder 
upon which to 
rest during this 
your journey of
love and life 

It is now 
at this night 
when the lights 
of false day
reflect in windows 
and when you 
upon looking through 
same reflect too
giving me two 
of very you 

It is 
this is 
that was
which did
now not 
but all
that is 
is this 
before it
was that 
and after 
this is 
was done 

It is when 
this song plays 
wherever I am 
makes me stop 
be in shop
or sidewalk cafe 
or around corner 
or down below 
when I hear
this simple melody 
I always remember 
I remember you 
me and us 
back when we