Wandering lonely through the snow
streets of New York
I stumbled on a thrift store that sold postcards by the yard
I bought them all and shipped them home so I could read
Ten thousand ten word tragedies, the
lives these strangers lead
To remind myself the things I need I
once wrote you love songs,
you never fell in love
We used to fit like mittens but now we're like gloves
You left me feeling like
we'd never really been in love
Huddled homebound in my place in Holloway
I wondered if you even heard those songs I
used to play
I wrote them as a gift for you and in return
You gave a pair of hand-knit mittens to keep my fingers warm
So I could play more ignored
love songs I once wrote you
love songs,
you never fell
in love We used to fit like
mittens but now we're
like gloves
I once wrote you postcards, you never wrote
back You promised me you wouldn't,
I was still waiting