Jack Vettriano, Graham Greene,
the number 6, hidden obscene
so much I saw and where I’ve been.
Venice, Oxford, Sydney too
always my dear entwined with you

Of course Australia’s icons clear,
could I never view again I fear,
without shedding more than just a tear.
For in every landmarks resting place
I cannot fail to see your face.

A country I visited for one sole reason,
to keep love alive not fall to treason
so mattered less the fickle season.
You know a year on soon we reach
since I kneeled before you on that beach.

I do not regret what there I said
nor will I ever afore I’m dead,
it came from heart and not from head.
That piece of me to you is twixt,
which now a point forever fixed.

I’d surprised myself with ardour bounding
which makes it all so magic sounding
explaining now the torrid hounding.
For now the only true recourse,
a grieving lifetime’s slow remorse.

Yet still I feel it’s not enough,
the pain of that weekend rebuff,
the seams it tore callously rough.
For then it wasn’t us to me,
I felt you had long gone, you see?

Advice oft sought so seldom came
just served to show I was to blame
and had traded love for cloak of shame.
Perhaps we drifted long apart,
but that didn’t come from in my heart.

For that I know I’ll always pay
in spite of what others may say.
I’ll miss you ’til my dying day.
I realised long since it was true
there’d never be another you.

Song Of The Day ~ Bombay Bicycle Club – What If?

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