It is a blue sky Saturday morning
I could wear a white shirt, and denim jeans
I ought to walk alongside the harbour
And take a coffee, at the top of the slip
I should sit, and wait
I should sit, and be
And in between the waiting, and the being
I remember, that I am no longer with you
It is a sun filled Saturday morning
I could take a bath, have a shave
I ought to soak, perspire even
And make myself thoroughly pleasant
I should stroll, and sojourn
I should be the flaneur
And in between the bathing, and the strolling
I remember, that I am no longer with you
It is a bright light Saturday morning
I could lay your clothes out
I ought to layer your silks
And use the mirror to choose the colours
I should skip, and laugh
I should smile with joy
And in between the joy, and the laughter
I remember, that I am no longer with you
