I remember one time I said: Bye Cassandra
You said bye back and called me: Lazlow
Holy cats I loved that
You were sitting on the sectional next to Claudia
And I slipped one last glimpse before I had to go
And I never faced those facts
A few weeks back, I couldn't sing high enough
But knew you could so I sent you Long Throw
You listened to 'Norm' front to back
Day in and day out, I don't have the stamina
To be right up close to you toe to toe
When you, top to toe is an attack
Today I saw you among verticals like Madame Kupka
People, and versions of people in a mold
Any version of you & I'll lapse
There's no one else
Emotions ricochet like the instrument's voice in an orchestra
Mahler 9, the lower balcony. Reach the rondo
This burleske we hear, it's my own trap
Getting late, and I know I'll garner the insomnia
And I'll pray that my life could be retold
And we would unfold the same map
Imagined you had left and driven to Florida
Man I hate that place, folk are crazy and old
I wonder where you'll end up at
Wherever it is, Australia to Canada
There's a promise that I think you should know
And it stands tall like a mast
It's that when you do say bye Cassandra
I'll always have the lights on low
And set out a welcome mat
There's no one else