Before long you will ask

Have you heard from her?

Not has she heard from you

You will play that game

The one when you prompt with a Christmas card

The one when you don’t know her telephone number

The one when you pretend not to know which city in the world she’s in

Before long you will ask

When was the last time I saw her?

Not when was the last time she saw you

Before long you will know

That when she turned off the tap

And it took you long enough to notice

It was you that didn’t turn it on again

Deliberate

Before long and for good you will know

You needn’t be sitting where you are now

Staring at the front entrance, behind you a squirrel scraping the patio door glass

She is not knocking on the door when once she had her own key

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