Sometimes I believe your absence
has more of an impact than your presence.
I had to tell that young, forever-hungover
surfer dude, who you wanna
wrap your lips around (and never let go) that,
"She's not here. She's out protesting."
That has an affect on people,
and that makes life look pure.
But we all generally agree that only
the night is romantic -with the exception
of kissing in the rain -
(but it's cloudy then, too.)
And the fact seems to float in the air more tragically,
now that we know it's a girl.
an: this seems like it needs to ryhme, but you can't fuck with how you feel.