A House All Mine

1970's




I've been dreaming about a house in the country.
All mine.
No one here... but you and me...
And you don't live here...
Maybe across the way...
In your own...
With your friends...
But not in mine.

When dew is still in the air
We could watch the rosy sun
Work its way across the garden.
You could visit every day...
But no one else.

I'd be busy catching up on all my work.
I don't have time
For casual society and gossip.
I live in the depths.

But...
You can come... to my house.
Until we finish that conversation
We never got to have.




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