The Night Charlie Died

The night I lost you to the other side

That was the night that Charlie died

That’s what I feared the most

 Just can’t compete with your memory ghost.

I’m back on that Parisian Street

I’m back at you styling it out

I’m back in my big clown shoes

I’m back, but back without a shout.

The day you just sat and cried

That was the day that Charlie died,

Twenty-four hours turned to forty-eight

Now you’re with the man you hate.

I’m back at morning love notes

I’m back, just learnt how to cope

I’m back with my sad clown face

I’m back, but back without a hope

The year you wanted to hide

That was the year that Charlie died

Our two-sided coin not yet tossed

Just can’t compete with what you’ve lost

I’m back at our Soho haunt

I’m back, just got older, just getting through

I’m back in my big clown pants

I’m back, but never back without you.

(J. Guinness 2021)