And I wonder what you could be doing--
what those hands are up to
and if they're making somebody else's knees buckle
and if you're whispering into her ear
like the goddamn fox that you are.
And I wonder where you are--
you must have went back to your home town
because you aren't at all the places I used to find you.
I wonder when you're coming back.
And I wonder if you still think
of my legs and my face and my smile
and most importantly,
my words--I wonder if you kept them
and if they still flatter you like they did
when you first read them.
I wonder if you've read better
but I doubt it.
Would you like me to make you some more?
And I wonder what you'll do
when we see each other next.
I hope you'll smile in a way
that makes me forget that you ever left.
And I wonder what you'll say.
I hope you'll pick up
where we left off.
