Set out just after supper
I felt stiff cold in my fingers for the first time this year
Subtle every inhibition
Subtle ever gently lifting to feel good again
I don't know why on this day
Half way to the bank and the news stand
Don't know why in this way
Absent minded feeling the leather of his hand, in my hand
There's a new bar on the corner
All they left was faded letters of the old address
Every day a shaken image
Every day a mirrored surface of our love and darkness and happiness
"What if we get married?"
I said it almost careless, as though it was nothing to me
He laughed and coloured and nodded yes
Then we turned across the park's expanse
Open fields of last year's grass
Heading back with one question less
One less, one less, than we started out with