My heart is stuck in 1982
Like time has warped and bent upon itself,
And when I think of love, I think of you,
In days before you put me on the shelf.

I was so young, but oh!, my love was fierce.
I spent my hours thinking just of you,
As if with thought alone, your shell I’d pierce.
Our summer took to wing and quickly flew.

Off and on again, throughout the years,
You’d whet my appetite and raise my hopes.
I find that something real still adheres:
Not just my heart – my soul is tied in ropes.

And now: I’ll take what I can get.
Believe me, love, I am no threat.

(2012)

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