Knots

It was early in the morning,

we were sitting on the stoop,

there wheeled away a starling

and I thought that I would too.

Oh for all I knew,

I was lost through and through,

in my high heels and my old dress

with my new keys in the wrong city.

I tie the knots to remember in my heart,

so I choke and I sputter to a stop,

I am a borrower and lender of the lot.

I walk away asleep

and chalk an outline round the scene.

This shadow play of whiskey talk,

a heavy denier dream.

Oh let it be, I was lost in him and me.

In my high heels and my old dress

with my new keys in the wrong city.

I tie the knots to remember in my heart,

so I choke and I sputter to a stop,

I am a borrower and lender of the lot.

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