It once might have been, once onlynWe lodged in a street togethernYou a sparrow on the housetop lonelynI, a lone she-bird of his feathernnYour trade was with sticks and claynYou thumbed thrust, pattered and polishednThen laughed they will see some daynSmith made and Gibson demolishednnMy business was song, song, songnI chirped, cheeped, trilled and twitteredn‘Kate Browns on the boards ere long,nand Grisi’s existence embitterednnWe studied hard in our stylesnChipped each at a crust like hindoosnFor air looked at the tilesnFor fun watched each others windowsnnUh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huhnyou shook your notes and sat in smokengossiped about who was in love with whongave a nasty little speech about my beautiful boynkept me on my toes like it was condition onendon’t forget people remembernyou got the letternreturn to sendernnand I – soon managed to findnweak points in the flower – fencing facingnwas forced to put up a blindnand be safe in my corset lacingnnwhy did you not pinch a flowernin a pellet of clay and fling it?nwhy did not I put a powernof thanks in a look, or sing it?nnI did look sharp as a lynxn(and yet the memory rankles)nwhen some models arrived, some minxntripped up stairs, she and her anklesnnWhat ever happened to that kid who saw colours?nWho spoke in a dream about her power creatures?nThere was a secret now pass it onnThere will surely be a time for you to pass it onnNo grudges, no life coachesnNo books on diets and dosesnYou know you’ve changednNot for the betternYou know you’ve changednBut not for the worsendon’t forget people remembernyou got the letternreturn to sendernnEach life unfulfilled you seenIt hangs still patchy and scrappynWe have not sighed deep, laughed freenStarved, feasted, despaired, been happynnAnd nobody calls you a duncenAnd people suppose me clevernThis could have happened oncenAnd we missed it, lost forever