Mexico

On the back lot of that studio in Mexico
And there I spy
Your slightly worn ill-fitting uniform
Light caught your eye lit up your iris
As you went by us
You looked right at me
You stared just long enough to raise one eyebrow
I wanted you to be forthcoming when I listened quietly
Stretched on my bed in the hotel
Did you think if we kissed you'd go to hell
Arrival by train
It had been a year or so since we left mexico
I told myself not to get my hopes up too much
We got on fine
A lot of use of the past tense and shared silence
We even discussed my recent confession
And your impression
I knew where it would lead when
You ordered us Guinness number three
How could i have been misled
When you told me to shut up and share the bed
You don't believe that you could feel
What you believe I feel for you
But i believe you feel a great deal
You believe you must conceal
Now I'm not the sort to let losses linger
Or point a finger
In spite of all this
I only care that you're happy
Truly happy
Snd as for me
I won't be distant; I'm quite resilient
Once in a while
jJust so that you know
I think of Mexico.