Letter

I'm sitting in the sunshine Seven hours before my bedtime And I'm wondering how to fill the day with you When I've barely half an afternoon's remembering to do You may expect to and froing When you've only months of knowing How your name sounds in the mouth of someone else Having just slipped from rotation in the mouth it knew so well And I'm staring at your letter, wrapped in paper to sustain The very planet I was planning to destroy You're a very lovely subject For a very lonely boy And I'm living incompletely In a city that won't see me And I pass the time in company pretend And I'm feeling ill at easy With my best and oldest friend Still I'm sitting in the sunshine Seven hours before my bedtime And two dozen 'til tomorrow afternoon And the time moves very slowly and your eyes are very blue In my barely-half-an-afternoon Rememberings of you And I'm staring at your letter and it kind of bowled me over When you told me you were into going slow I'm emotionally reckless and I thought you ought to know