Black and White

From time to time I catch a glimpse of a rye brunette

Come to realise though that you're too far away.

I hoped you'd be clear

and I the same

but here I stand in Brisbane

we're strangers again forever.

I can reach your fingers through these dimples on my plate

Walk and I'll notice your coat fly around the bend.

Carry on to the next joint

It's clear you're a faint image.

I like life black and white

and all I have is your rye brunette.

This can't go on

so I will accept the fact and use you as bait

for my own damn good.