Tom
One year ago.
The twelfth of May.
That luncheonette
Where he appears
I see him first.
And then he smiles
I won't forget.
I won't forget...
Something sad is playing on the jukebox;
A girl who's lost her boyfriend to a friend.
I can't remember my husband's face.
I can't remember my lover's face.
But I can remember a stranger's face:
His name is Tom.
I leave a tip.
Do not look back.
I reach the park
And he appears.
That brilliant smile.
Those two-toned shoes.
His eyes are green.
He says hello ...
And suddenly the city seems on fire.
It's like the world has finally
Reached an end.
I don't remember my husband's voice.
I don't remember my lover's voice.
But I do remember I hear that voice
And I’m wanting to run —
I'm wanting to cry—
I'm wanting to scream —
I—I ask his name —
And we kiss
And the angels sigh.
We kiss
And the Heavens smile.
We fly like angels
Would like to fly;
We kiss and say...
Goodbye ...
What's better is
What would have been.
What's sweeter is
What would have been.
The twelfth of May.
That brilliant smile.
The greatest of adventures
Of my life...!
I can't remember my husband's name.
I can't remember my lover's name.
But I can remember what would have been:
It has a name.
