It's a rainy Brooklyn morning

You're a phone number

And six states away

I dialed and found you home



Your voice comes back

Like the day comes back

From a night of dreams



You're getting married

And you're crazy about her

You really miss me

I know exactly what you mean



Oh that's so nice to hear

You've planted

All your roots down there

I'm still wandering

Like the fruit fallen from the tree

Is she nice to you not like me

Like the wife she was raised to be



I remember peeling

Off your clothes

To find your body

A layer of my favorite cake

I remember blowing

Mad cash on you

I was living like I had it

Loving like we had it too



I miss those night together

On your futon on the floor

And your drives to carolina

 And pink floyd 

Our common core

And your breath

Between my shoulders

And your car

That took me miles

Across state lines

And space and time



I think I'll step outside now

Catch a slice of sunlight

Through the rain

I'll try and feel the sunset

Hiding in the clouds

Here your poems

Still warm me

When memory drains



Did I mention that I miss you

And I love you sometimes

Not in that famous

Star-crossed way

In that love with a limit way



Isn't it nice

I still don't  know 

what you do for money

Isn't it nice only your art

Came up in conversation

Isn't that nice

On a rainy Brooklyn

Morning I dialed and 

Found you home