My Old Flame (Vanderslice John)

My old flame, my wife, Poor ghost old love My old flame, my wife, One day in June, I drove by our old house in Maine Everything changed for the best How quivering and fierce we were Simmering like birds With our videos and records Our old house Everything's changed Bleached out and aired, IKEA-d and swept bare, Poor ghost, old love, Speak with your old voice Of flaming insight That kept us awake at night In one bed and apart, my old wife My old flame