He came, he went
He conquered her that night
Before he took flight
Chauffered from responsibility
Competitive child
Beneath a fertile, chestnut tree
Even when she tied his laces
He did not thank me
Swinging her best shot
He retold his bad jokes
Side by side on the pavement
Lost his phone heading home
His tail between their legs
She waved him farewell
Behind wound up, tinted glass
Could not return from whence they came
The open sky would only cause more pain
So she took the high road
With the Laundrettes
The betting shops
With the Orthodox
Bought rollmops for her friend
As the klezmer band marched on
Took the coins, politely ran
Conviction in her hand
Loose, like change
Like loose change
He'd come, he'd gone
Forsworn to return
Again, again