Signposts

Signposts
Smiling with eyes that are ice cold
Kissing with eyes on your watch now
Sleeping with eyes that dart restlessly round
And the broadcasts
Tuesday contrition and peace talks
Discussion, concession and impasse
The outlook, the forecast is overcast

And I’m left studying maps on an autumn night
And I’m left pacing around on an autumn night
With the signposts gone

Last summer
The summer of satchels and heat waves
The one with your house-warning party
We took tambourines for the sing-along fun
And I left mine
I left it at yours for the weekend
Remained in your flat through the blizzards
It’s really not something that I can claim back

Like my tapes and books
Left in your flat in a dusty box
Like my old cassettes
Photos and letters and ticket stubs
With the signposts gone

And the sugar
To just take the edge off the headaches
The headaches that come from not sleeping
The sleep that I sacrificed
And the signposts
Sent by mistake from your mobile
Because I’m the first in your phone book
I guess coming first alphabetically’s something

And I’m left alone
Counting the cost on an autumn night
And I’m left alone
Counting the stars on an autumn night
With the signposts gone.

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