[[verse i]]

Is it April yet?
I forget sometimes how slowly summer passes
You disappeared into departures
Only half a year ago

It seem like so much more you know

I went a fortnight without so much as an e-mail
And then a post card scant of detail
In which you wished me all the best

From the nonspecific northwest

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Should it one day come to pass

That you sit down to your memoirs

Where will this go?

The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco

[[verse ii]]

Are you warm enough?

I remember how the fog comes off the water
And the days are ever shorter
And I worry you’ll be cold

Or have you found someone to hold?

I spent the summer with the curtains drawn against it
Cursing all the nights you wasted
Under unfamiliar stars

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Should it one day come to pass

That you sit down to your memoirs

Where will this go?

The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco

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Are you ever coming clean?

Or will I never know the meaning

Of the lines you scribbled out

So that I couldn’t read between?

Are you ever coming home?

Or should I learn to do without you?

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Should it one day come to pass

That you sit down to your memoirs

Where will this go?

The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco

The chapter in your life entitled San Francis

The chapter in your life entitled San Francisco

,,bikes..(and Fishbone!)