At nights I may sit
and ponder lightly about
what you are up to
in strange countries
And I know I don't have it in me
to come back
But if you want to
after the winter
I can meet you up
And I will take to you to winter garden
or some place high
so that you will know
what flat land looks like
There I am from
There I will stay
But for a day or two
I will let everyone think
you are my lover
And when I walk you away
we still kiss a little
I wave my hand,
won't wait for a bus
I'll take the taxi to where everyone is
and they ask me
what I have on my neck
I won't be baffled
because I know that in a couple of days
it will be gone just as surely as you