Working in a steel works to get the money to fly after you
I’d sit in the garden drinking tea in japanese raku bowls
reading your scribbled letters on blue flimsy airmail pages
I’m not sure to this day what made you say OK follow me
a crazy thing to do considering the secret you kept from me
I flew in and you kept up your pretence love closed my eyes
I spent some time in Connecticut and returned unannounced
opening the door listening to sounds in a darkened house
found you with him the secret was out and I closed the door.
