Running in and out of breath. Stained skin and teeth too red. Incessant slamming in the tongue. God forbid I spend one night alone. Out to the parking lot.
Is this the sound of our demise. Or just the opposite?. I love you and I miss you. What else is there to say?. It takes a hell of a lot more to complete this.
Resurrect the evening, brought it back as if filled in. Filled in something missing, something never there to begin. You were so distraught, had never been in love.