November 2014

I am writing you this poem for you to keep in your heart

About an old fella who admires you for your art

 

It was wine that we flavoured and the nice cheese we ate

Best times ever experienced, our night at 208

 

There was never enough time, tho we both wanted too

Gazing the nice scenery at the Wooloomooloo

 

Few days past, and while you finished eating crabs

My phone rang and I thought, was it you calling perhaps?

 

Met at the Sugar and ordered a Wine and Oyster set

Finished three bottles, on the windy balcony we sat

 

There you took pictures of the scenery you missed

Remembered the Chanel bag, getting home half pissed

 

Just some of the things, I wanted to sneak them in your heart

I hope you will remember when you eventually depart.

 

Just an old fella.

 

 

 

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