He said that she said,

But I only remember what

He said. He said …..

In a corner of my heart

I still have her art,

I can hear the notes from her flute

I see her guitar solo

On stage with The Pastels,

And her kisses…

Oh god her kisses.

In a corner of my heart

I still have her letters,

The card she sent one summer

With lint from her belly button

Carefully taped and surrounded

With lipstick from her kisses…

Oh god her kisses.

In a corner of my heart

I still hear her big squeaky bed

Where we fed each other

Chinese take-out and brownies

To the tune of Let’s Spend The Night Together,

And her kisses…

Oh god her kisses.

In a corner of my heart

There’s a sometimes dusty staircase

Leading to the reaches of my mind,

Her cat’s name still scratched

On the railings and her perfume

And her kisses …

Oh god her kisses.

In a corner of my heart

Rumpled and crumpled is the pawn slip

For the engagement ring

I pawned before heading east

For Ontario and missing

Her kisses …

Oh god her kisses.

In a corner of my heart

Is a special spot,

Where I kneel and pray

That she’s well, that she’s happy,

That she’s loved, and I remember

Her kisses…

Oh god her kisses...  

© Stephen Nesbitt