Yes, late
Like the summer
We'd been expecting
For quite a while.

Is our oldest friend
And when I curl up
And shudder and shake
And groan the way I do
Don't worry
It's just the way I'm built

Sometimes you have to see with both eyes
What you'd rather not see at all
And look upon each torture
As experience,
Not pain

What can you do
To disguise romance
When you, alone,
And not at all disguised
Are leaving forever
In a day or two.

Help me
Unless you need to help yourself
By all means, stop yourself from slipping
Into this ocean
Where I am drowning