With you
The every day
Was the one
Was the fantasy
Was the best dance ever.
You let me believe
Not in the fantasy
But in the reality of it
That blisters form
In new sexy shoes
That hearts are broken
Over and over
But love never grows tired
It just reinvents itself
A new hairdo
Some extra weight
Music you thought was dead
Is reanimated
There is nothing different
Here
But it is good.
Why so abstract you ask
Because the mind and heart
Rattle together in a boozy Jackson Pollock
Universe
Where green, black and yellow
Love.
I don’t know Scott,
You just made it all fine.
Shame was cool
It made my bad dance moves
That much more fun
And not so serious.
I’m so much older now
But your lyrics
Bring back my
Youthful nervous stomach
My fear of love
Only spurred on
By
Your
Memory.
So I’ll keep my boots on
Because you were right
Tomorrow
Is
Another
Song.

For Scott