The Dustman

Summer makes us all
More friendly than usual
And summer makes the spring
Look like a little whimp
The dustman is a man
Who collects some dust and then
Blows it into the air

Your eyes or your hair
All that I have left
Is the dust inside my head
There too is some dust
That you have left behind
Which I try to inhale
It makes me cough up blood
I’m thankful for each drop
It all reminds me of you

If I could think of less
Ignore all the distress
Summer could be good
We’d be together like we should
The dustman now is gone
He left me with a song
And with dust on my tongue
To sing it to you