24. Homage

It’s been a while, my charming English lady

We can eat and drink and smile, tonight

And when morning comes, with alcohol,

Entwined, we’ll slowly rise

You give me a look I’ve grown to know

I say goodbye, and you say hello

That upturned frown, upon your face

Will satiate my soul for days

I never thought, I’d miss you, no

I never thought I long for this

The evening and the morning fire

The touch of each last lonely kiss;

I had assumed, you were a ghost

Of the last girls I’d grown to know

Of course, I realise too late –

This longing is without escape