How Blind Can One Man Be?

John, he's sitting there with that long dark hair of his watching Paul. He's trying to look non-chalant about it but it never works.
Then Paul looks up and they both burst out laughing.
Its the cute boyishness in Paul that John laughs at and its the look in John's eyes that Paul laughs at.
"Macca." John fights to take that breath, dont you John?
"John." Paul is holding his side, cramped up from laughing so hard.
"Oh my..." John sighs looking at Paul one last time.
"Yeah son." Paul lights up a cigarette for himself and one for John.
John, he's wondering what it takes for Paul to see through this thick Jesus hair to his long lost friend.
Paul, he's wondering why people think John's changed. He can still have a laugh and smile, cant he? He still bleeds and cries... well... not so much cries.
But I understood, so did you right John?
You're smiling and Paul's content on his bass and lyrics again, content letting you study his features and the way he holds his pen, the one he chewed the end of.
You're wondering why he's here again, why he's not at home with Jane on a coold autumn afternoon, snuggling and keeping warm. You're wondering why he's with you, arent you?
Well, oh my Johnny boy. My oh my, doesnt that mean a lot? For someone to leave their loved ones behind to spend the day with you?
I'm standing right over your shoulder, combing through that thick hair growing right down to your knees, or so you plan on letting it.
"Why are you hear Paul?" You ask, combing right through my hand and raking your hair back wishing it was a moptop again, it was so much easier to take care of.
He only looks up, "I missed you."
You shrug, "There's nothing to miss."
But Paul see's past that empty house you're living in, past that long hair of yours and the acid staining your body. Paul see's that you are still you and that, although you say nothing outside, you need him inside.
"There's more than you give yourself credit for." He sighs and puts out the ciggie that is only dwindling between his fingers, not daring to break the intimate eye contact between you.
You, on the other hand, are waiting for him to break it because you aren't going to. You miss him with all your heart even though you are mad at George and Ringo, even thought you dont sleep at night because you know you are the cause of the breaking up, Ringo leaving and George flying solo with Olivia.
You blame yourself, but Paul gets your mind off it.
"Lets go for a drink." He smiles, eyes brightening.
And you only nod knowing its what you've needed all along.