Friends who drop in

One day you'll forget
about your plans
and just live life
with my electric stove
and a slow dance partner
and if I splash out on to the floor
with my beer and prescribed pills
will you pick me back up again
and if my six string is still
out of tune
when you come over , don't break a string

departed memoir
shade the emerald pupil
maybe the only color tonight
a memory maybe fading
calling for icy rain
will melt
with dimples of your back
to my heart