Girls

Girl I

All I remember are the dark days
And the long nights,
When I used to remember
The short nights and the long days.

She did me the last wrong
And read me the last rites.

She weaved a cloak of lies
And wears a cloak of his.

I have a picture of your house
I found it on the Internet
But I could not find you

All that is left is the smell
Of old letters and photographs
And a smile across the years

I can smell the beach where you lay
Hear the dry grass sigh
The cold singing in the trees

No longer lovers or even friends
Severed by time and distance
That even memories cannot cross
It’s another wasted day

I have a picture of your house
I found it on the Internet
But still have not found you

Do you still remember
Our first kiss at the fair?
Or are these things we see
Just ghosts laid to rest?

There is a photograph of a cloud.
It’s always there
And never there.

After all these years and Jubilees
Why are you still there
To haunt and taunt?
I should have burnt your letters
I should have learned to hate.

But never is forever
And has become a longer word

Hey you
In your floral dress
Designed to impress
Wish you were X rated