You could have been at dinner.
When the feeling grabbed me to cuddle up to someone it could have been you.
You would have been welcome I’m sure.
When I didn’t know who to talk to and I wanted to disappear you could have been at dinner.
There was an empty place beside me.
I wish you would come home.
I’ll tell you exactly where it is just ask me.
On the side of a hill in the woods with the city of Troy nearby a saint.
Between the up and the down,
Just before the bus stop,
Almost the top of the hill
Almost to the top across from the bench in the back.
In the back at the window up into the sky the moon rises up perfectly
I know where you are because I see the moon and the sun.
I know my direction by the direction of the satellites.
You could have been at dinner.
You would have been welcome.
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