Saturday, November 6, 2010

these foolish things...

A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces;
An airline ticket to romantic places,
And still my heart has wings!
These foolish things remind me of you.


A tinkling piano in the next apartment;
Those stumblin' words that told you what my heart meant;
A fairground's faded swings -
These foolish things remind me of you.


I know that this was bound to be,
These things have haunted me
For you, my dear, enchanted me.


The winds of march that make my heart a dancer;
A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
Oh how the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of you.


The smile of Garbo and the scent of roses;
The waiter's whistlin' as the last bar closes;
The song that Ella sings -
These foolish things remind me of you.




A bright yellow t-shirt.
A certain hint of cologne.
A light touch on the small of my back.

I think everyone has these.

But they won't always make you ache.
And someday, I swear, you will forget that it ever reminded you of him. And someday you'll walk right past it without your heart skipping a beat. I promise.

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