Sheila Take a Bow

I wish I could sit with you there
gray day, long oak table
the kind of music we used to like
or I liked
and you liked me
so you listened

I would seem out of place
in my Smiths shirt
and pegged jeans
but no matter
I'd look you in the face
the way I should have done

Say things long overdue:
you mattered
I loved you
more than you knew