There's a trace of you here
I'm sure
a scent, a touch of eye shadow

Did you visit? I think you did
I could have left you cigarettes 
or a flask of coffee, a salad

I don't know what I was doing
spitting salt‐water maybe
trying to sleep in the sea

I climbed back on board at sun‐up
watched the crowds eat and talk
they didn't listen to my warnings