Dear You

Dear you, I was only twenty three
You were older then
Dear you, you’re the one who got away
Even though I told you to.
Dear you.
Dear you, in the starry lane
Kissing me hard in the pouring rain.
Dear you, with your lips like summer wine
And your hands like ice.
Dear you.
Dear you, with your CD playing
Singing together with the engine racing
Dear you, in the field of barley
Summer sun kisses all over our bodies
Dear you.
Dear you, with your secret letters
Your telephone messages and I’d feel better
Dear you, I’d give anything to be
By that old oak tree
Dear you, I’d take back the things I said. All the words you read.
Dear you.