She knows all the places to go ske knows how to walk in late & leave 10 minutes before they miss you I can see us happening in another Universe maybe if this one doesn’t work out She wears your Bob Marley shirt to sleep at night two sizes too big it helps her sleep at night That Chesire cat smile of yours when you look the other way you ash your cigarette and the world crashes up against your hip
I can still hear the slow jam jingle of the ice cream truck gliding along past our yellow house like it was riding on rails
Pick a star, any star & I’ll reach straight up and grab it for you put it right inside your hot little hand we had
for Alex — a golden shovel, after Andrea Gibson The sky is still keening and so am I. What is too many tears? I let
It will probably happen when I’m at work, and he recruits a nosy, but caring friend with an AI-powered search engine. They’ll hush behind a
Your gaze becomes a stare, forcing your views without saying a word. Your eyes tell me a story. One where I fall to the wayside.
