Hopeless

How hopeless do you feel And is our future real Do you remember when And what our promise meant And where our bedroom door And what our walls were for And what was in your eyes that I saw Oh, too brief return At sweet midsummer's height City of your birth And both our growing time London misses you London misses me Dressed in summer bloom Barely Every summer since We set eye on eye Something in me knew Time would follow time Now I'm round with song Bright with silences Love me for my voice And my voicelessness My dad will wiggle his little feet Laptop perched on his belly My mom will sing right through the wall Making his coffee They will tie and bind The pattern of their lives Watching Monty Don Every Friday night It's all our shoot to bend And all our fence to mend And by these patterns make All our nights and days In our special way Honouring the old Kitchen windowpane Red rose