And I'd write you a letternTo explain all my actionsnBut I'd only take it too far again,nAnd you'll consign me to that shoeboxnUnderneath the place where you hang your coats,nOn a par with train tickets and badges.nnWell maybe that's justice,nOn a par with train tickets and badges,nI'll be at home with objectsnThat can pierce your heart andnTake you far away.nnPaint me with loyal marks,nAt least ignore me with feeling.nGood arms. Painter.nnAnd the style of her dressnIs no longer screaming A line,nSimply saying that the restnOf the alphabetnHad gone awaynTo spell other words and phrases that daynSo there was no U to be found.nOnly memories of x's.nnPaint me with loyal marks,nAt least ignore me with feeling.nGood arms. Painter.nnThis time I'm not just thinking out loud.