Couple Hours

Just for a couple hours,

You could swing by my place;

I’d greet you with your favorite flowers,

And hold you in my warm embrace.

We could just sit there and talk,

And you could lay on my shoulder.

Or we could go for a walk,

And discuss the possibility of growing older.

We could get lost in these streets —

Those with the sinister charm of nights —

And we could borrow some seats,

And kiss under the buzzing lights.

I could take your hand,

And twirl you in the rain,

Or bury you in the sand,

Where you wish to hide your pain.

Even for just a couple hours,

And no matter how melancholic,

I’d rather climb your highest towers,

Like a masochistic alcoholic.