Sat out just after supper I felt stiff cold in my fingers for the first time this year Subtle every inhibition Subtle every gently lifting to feel good again I don't know why on this day Halfway to the bank and the newsstand Don't know why in this way Absent-minded feeling the leather of his hand, in my hand There's a new bar 'round the corner All they left was faded letters of the old address Every day a shaken image Every day a mirrored surface of our love and darkness and our happiness "What if we get married?" I said it, almost careless No, it ain't nothing to me He laughed and coloured and nodded, "Yes" Then, we turned across the park's expanse Open fields of last year's grass Heading back with one question less One less, one less than we started out with