Howard Firkin
Your presents wink at me through gift shop glass,
in jewellers' windows, in department store
displays: I check the price. It's always more
than I can bet or throw away. I pass.
And yet I wrap them for you in my mind.
You walk beside me as I'm walking through
the streets, and laugh when I ask what you'd wear.
You tell me, Better ask me when I'm there.
Your absence is as hard to please as you,
but all these things are yours, all that I find.
If ever you leave me, I won't know what
to do in London, Paris, Prague. I'll stop,
’coz you're the one attraction they've all got:
I could be here with you. Come on. Let's shop.
in jewellers' windows, in department store
displays: I check the price. It's always more
than I can bet or throw away. I pass.
And yet I wrap them for you in my mind.
You walk beside me as I'm walking through
the streets, and laugh when I ask what you'd wear.
You tell me, Better ask me when I'm there.
Your absence is as hard to please as you,
but all these things are yours, all that I find.
If ever you leave me, I won't know what
to do in London, Paris, Prague. I'll stop,
’coz you're the one attraction they've all got:
I could be here with you. Come on. Let's shop.