Song For Emma
There she is welcoming her boy friend.
I wipe the window on the bus.
First time in a while.
I managed a smile.
Her name was Emma we were best friends.
When we were children years ago.
Something like six.
Running with sticks.
Out in the back.
Acting like kids.
I saw her once in Allied Carpets.
She had a shock of orange hair.
I never said hello, embarassed
to seem lonely.
I only thought of her last Tuesday
when queueing for my birthday cake.
Remembering the distant party
she had thrown for me.
I wonder if she'd recognise me,
the boy she sat with on the wall.
Back in the house where I was little.
Would she remember me at all.
Emma and I.
Trying to fly.
There on the road
drifting on by.
I saw her once in Allied Carpets.
She had a shock of orange hair.
I never said hello, embarassed
to seem lonely.
I only thought of her last Tuesday
when queueing for my birthday cake.
Remembering the distant party
she had thrown for me.
One day her family moved quite quickly.
I didn't know her new address.
Lost years and a day.
Far and away.
Back of my mind.
But then there was the time...
I saw her face in Allied Carpets.
She had a shock of orange hair.
I never said hello, embarassed
to seem lonely.
I only thought of her last Tuesday
when queueing for my birthday cake.
Remembering the distant party
she had thrown for me.
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