come thursday- i'll say goodbye. trade words on paper, and hope they will- suffice. i'll send some letters encrypted in ink and music to put you to sleep
quickly the sound comes shaking the window stands near the glass sign- breaking silence waking from charming sleep. to raise the covers from her. and
...carrying yourself like you're floating above the street walking you home three hundred paces late at night.. as the light adjusts- just for us.. and
Your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth the rest untouched. Thinking I don't feel like being a sentimentalist today and whispering wake
