The Chapter In Your Life Entitled San Francisco

Is it April yet?

I forget sometimes how slowly summer passes

You disappeared into Departures

Only half a year ago

It seems like so much more, you know

I went a fortnight without so much as an email

Then a postcard scant of detail

In which you wished me all the best

From the non-specific north west

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

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

Counting all the nights you've wasted

Under unfamiliar stars

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

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?

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