Forty-Seven

Forty-Seven

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Remember that day down by the Harlem River

We were comparing our blues

We both know how it feels to lose a friend

Waves are only water,

But they wash away the pain

It’s not alright by me if you hide in your bomb shelter

I want to watch you move it like you stole it

I’ll watch until the casket drops,

Or until these blue eyes are blind

Numb before you,

But now I feel safe and sound

Living in this capital city

You removed the stone in my heart

As our colours mix together in this modern drift of magical chairs

We are both under pressure

We’ve both been sad

We both feel overexposed

The same love I want to love you with

Is the same love I want you to love me with

I won’t say anything to be by you,

By you until shovels and rope are used to lower us in the ground

Everything we do is going to be funky

Like medicated magic

Even though everything is burning

And fathers should be kind

While having whiskey dreams of their wild child

Pillow talk cuddled next to your warm body

Pillow talk with you, my darling

You’re sweet

You didn’t have to spill your wise blood to give me these wings

The ones that take me to heaven,

But heaven has no vacancies

I’d rather stay with you

I know you won’t use me

I don’t have that much bad luck

With you I’m the winner

You are the match

Together we will flee the Eastern sea and the plague that covers it

On page twenty-eight of your yearbook

You will be sleeping at last

With a smile on your face

Riding the long wave of your twenty something’s

Are you going to waste my time because I won’t waste yours

Love and pain go hand in hand,

But I’ll do anything you want, my dear

Tell me to let it go

Say, “don’t let it go”

You’re so proud and beautiful

Now that I’ve got you

Are you a badfish too?

Half naked and almost famous we lace up our boots

And have the best of times in life

Spread your love around me like a raven’s song

And answer my tiny prayers

Be the song the they sing

When they lay me into the fire

My midnight starlet

When all this is over

We will look back on the forty-seven reasons we fell in love

And they will be the forty-seven reasons why we lasted

There will be more reasons to love you when this is all over,

But I’ll always remember the first forty-seven