
Even though you’re here with me now
I want you to know
I’m elsewhere
walking on pavement
slick with rain
watching bars and hearts empty.
Bring me back
just hold me dear,
tell me it’s all right,
kiss me softly
in dark rooms at the edge of town,
hear far-away whistles blow.
I’ve never made love
in a first-floor flat,
have you?
So close to the street
but so far from heaven.
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
