I Thought Of You Again

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I wrote a thousand verses,
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Each one about doctors and nurses.
On paper napkins in diners
and wrote the titles on matchsticks.
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Tucked them in the left breast pocket
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of a tattered silk check shirt
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And threw the shirt away
into the shadow of a corner
of a northern Spanish bar
without brass in the backline
but shutters on the doors
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and twenty, thirty people
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in clusters on the floor,
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looking anywhere but at each other.
Between the runners of a busted wooden pier
before the beers with Tracy on the bottle.
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And I thought of you at the airport
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and I was still thinking of you on the plane.
And when the police took my passport
and wrote down my name -
I thought of you again.
I was doing press-ups in the hotel lobby;
The lobby with me was unimpressed.
I managed five, but I was barely alive,
when I rolled over to rest.
And I thought of all your illnesses
and your incredible strength
And I guess that it meant that I missed you.
And I though of all the little things that always made you tense
and I wished I was able to tell you that
I'd have learnt a thousand tricks to make them disappear
With whispers in the ear
and kisses.
And I though about your lips, your mouth, your smile, your laugh, your lips
your lips, your mouth, your smile, your laugh, your lips.
And I though of you in Sweden
Like I'd been thinking of you all over Spain.
And when the pissed up student girls teased me
with the sound of my own name -
I thought of you again.