Roses (red)

A small wave
(goodbye, goodbye)
You're gone
Already halfway across
(the street, my world)
weaving through cars
(white, blue,white, grey)
the light turns green
and I still see your t-shirt
(black, you always wear)
strap of your satchel cutting
your back
(so smooth, your skin)
You're sailing away
(from me, from me)
over this sea of shirts
(all black, now black)
A warm hand tugs mine
(so fragile, this hope)
And she's selling roses today
(so red, furled, secret)
So I fish out the coins
(clinking of ice, across the room
your eyes seize mine)
They'll be perfect for the walls
(so clean, so bare)
But now I've lost sight of you
(so blind, my eyes)
My hands full of roses
(so soft, like loss)
There's nothing to do
(walk away, walk away)
into a stranger embrace
(this city the river)
roar of traffic in my ears
(a different melody, she sings)
the sunlight on my face
(warm, like your fingertips)
my hands full of roses
(so bloody,so sweet)
and if the phone rings
and I hear your voice
(say my name)
It will all be the same
(forever different)