Another teatime supermarket cafe
At the end of a rainy day in Yorkshire
Should I stay or should I walk away
Who is that, sat, at the table in the corner
I replay the mind games, where she slays
Where her movement is there in time
Soft skin, wrapped around the sounds of violin
Let me leave you now, to go become the loner
Twisted scarf, tied up hair, arm that moves
With thoughts so fair; should I stay, fill my coffee
To the brim, ask: are you my sweetest Rose, or
Are you the unfaithful, faithless Desdemona
