At least you had the decency to say “I’ll see you later”
The streets are wider here
I watched you disappear
Such a simple thing became so complicated

And I watched my shadow shorten
Ankle-deep in autumn

Remember when I said you were too young
To start a story with “Remember when…”?
Well that was then, and this is appalling
But in the dappled sunshine
Underneath the clothesline
I spent this afternoon nostalgic for this morning

From certain angles
The skyline untangles

And your loyalties are divided
Between digital and vinyl
But I’m biding time
Until the cassingle revival
Because you promised when it happens
You’ll return