You… and Me.

You think
The hang dog, puppy dog catalogue of looks
Miss their mark.

And you hope
Carnations, cool home crafted compilations
Light a spark

And you believe
Despatched bugs and repointed spark plugs
Make me debtor

And you feel
That you owe it to us both to write it, send it:
That letter.

I think, I hope, I believe, I feel
They don’t, they can’t, they won’t - it’s not real
Stop shuttering your eyes with that Vaseline lens
A wiped slate clean view finds me and you friends.