I know sometimes he thinks of me
While walking in the rain
His black jacket wrapped tightly around him.
Holding the collar
Because he doesn’t want his favorite tee shirt wet.
When he hears a woman talk
With an American accent
And he turns around quickly
To see there is no way
It is me.
When he changes his clothes
How terribly I say trousers.
When he picks a beautiful flower
Stands there holding it
Wishing he could give it to me.