Salt Year - Chris Bathgate

Salt Year - Chris Bathgate
Seventeen years before,
I should have hauled off and kissed her
Now I lace my wine with ginger,
Just let my evenings pass
They pass, they pass, they pass, and they pass
She is whistling in a candy store,
And I’m just screaming in the dark here
I’m just choking down a salt year
When sugars all I”ve longed for,
All I’ve longed for, all I’ve longed for
Try again
Try again
Try again
Try again
Seventeen and there she stood, a photograph in my doorway
And I felt all my light leave me, my thoughts all tumbling under
Tumbling under, tumbling under
After then my days resigned, to static and gray hair in soft cry
Like a cracked crystal second hand wind chime
Just clanging for a lover,
For a lover, for a lover
I can lover...