She wore a black jumper,
Like us all.
Every day I stayed at home
Or mitched around in fields,
She wasn't in on the joke
There were certain things I was losing
Sitting on a wall in the rain.
But I was always longing for something half-said
And we just got to talk now and again in our uniforms.
Sometimes when there's nothing else to remember,
It's a conversation we had out on the tennis court
Or her standing still at the top of the stairs.