27 ODEL ST.
© 2011 Chris Gillespie
It was years ago, but I remember well
Your invite to dine at 27 Odel
You cooked soup, desert
I ate so well
You took a long time I could tell
It was cold that night, outside in the foggy air
We talked in front of the fire, under the stair
You poured another red
'Thankyou' I said
And continued to gaze into the glare
I was thinking of something to say
You were looking my way
Legs curled up, your head rested in your hand
Why that picture stays with me I don't understand
Everything inside since the day that I was born
Was with me at that time
And I felt so warm
I reached out and touched you on the chin
You took my hand and pulled it in
To rest upon your stomach on knitted wool
I felt like I was home. Beautiful
No matter what happens to me or what I do
I can't forget the way you took my hand
Like you needed to
We sat together for quite a while
I was glad to give my hand to one
So lovely and fragile
Chorus
We fell asleep on the lounge
I didn't move until the morning came around
When I awoke you'd left already that day
I heard your rooster crow as i drove away