I have a letter. familiar paper I keep a figurine in a locket It's dedicated, engraved initials Yellow photograph in a pocketbook Well the rim of her mouth was golden Her eyes were just desert sands But that's not her! That's just the light It's only an image of her It's just a trick of the light She sent me letters, gave me directions Name of the street where I should turn And then she stood out front, wrapped in her bathtowel Yelling, "Once you leave boy, you can't return!" I was beating on her Iike an anvil Beating her out of original shape With that same old panic caught on her face I copied the image of the ancient embrace You remind me very much Of someone that I used to know We used to take turns crying all night Oh, but that was so long ago now