Was it quite as cold when I left you?
Was the sun your lover or mine?
Sometimes I can't think straight
I can't think straight all the time
I could feel a cold draft
That came from you
I must have given it to you
In poetry less is more
But I can't stop typing broad words
I've too much to say
I hate the way I can't see the keyboard anymore
My eyes are so slit that only vague shapes and memory are getting me through
I hate to be the one to say this but I love you
I hate to be the one to cry over you
I know you hate that
So hurry, push me away
I miss the cold
I miss missing hope
I miss mirrors and smoke
A kiss is too much to bear
I can't bear it
Tell me to hurry
Was it always this warm?
Did I always want to touch you?
You'll be gone in a year or so
So why does this feel like my last chance?
I'm sorry if I'm pressuring you
I'm the biggest fool of all, really
I speak in paper tongues
Tongues you'll never see
I try to touch you with my eyes
I wonder how you lips feel on mine…
But I'll never know
I get nothing done
All the time
Your piano is driving me mad
I want to see you play
In the gray of the rain
You don't say