Coming Up For Air

September rolled by
October bristles on
I come up for air from under a blanket
Where are you?
I say out loud to no one, except you
You are in London, or *******
You are where you are, where you’ll stay

I poured out a wine wondering as I drank it
Where are you?
I say out loud to no one, except you

It is me that’s all over the place.
Me that could never decide
Not about you, oh no
You are in London, or *******
You are where you are,
Where you’ll stay no questions there

Only why, even think of you?
Even think of you
You, so good, you so sure
You, so unlikely to hurt anyone you love

Do you love me?
I wonder, if you ever even ask yourself?