Words so alert they'd leap from the paper, and crawl up your shoulder and lie by your ears, and be there to comfort you down through the years.
But it was cloudy that day and I was lazy, and so I stayed in bed just thinking about it.
I wanted to write you and tell you that maybe love songs from lovers are unnecessary.
We are what we feel and writing it down seems foolish without vocal sound.
But, I spent the day drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and looking in the mirror practicing my smile.
I wanted to write you one last, long love song that said what I feel one final time. Not comparing your eyes and mouth to the stars but telling you only how like yourself you are.
But by the time I thought of it, found a pen, put the pen to ink, the ink to paper, you were gone.
