If you were me and I was you
And we met on a summer's hue
I wouldn't know what to say
Probably Parlez vous anglais
And you'd laugh and walk away
I have small errands to run
Only I cant seem to get them done
A car to fix, a bulb to replace
Whom to ask - not a shop to trace
I wake up one morning
Take a train to nowhere
Nowhere comes and goes
Cities in droves
One just like another
All equally unfamiliar
Futile I walk home to the sunset
With not even the light for company
Dinner- Alone but I cook and dress
Some chapatis and a curry
A taste of home and smells from far away
Tomorrow will be another day
I take the train to Nowhere
I get down Somewhere
I could be elsewhere or back at home
It doesn't matter- i am just as alone
There's something to be said for going back home
Back to people and familiarity
Where if I met you and you met me
Our eyes would dance
And I would not miss that chance
To ask for dinner and some fun
And we'd walk a lonely road in the evening sun
Lesser people around
But enough to make a crowd
And you'd see me and I'd see you
And we'd be happy just the two
By,
Anonymous
(Note : Check earlier by poem submitted by anonymous last year - http://entropymuse.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-and-you.html)
