meet cutes, goodbyes & early spring moonlight
Life strikes you in the face
When you must live it, is what you have
Figured out after all this time.
So you run from everything. Then it’s a
Cold and windy Saturday
In February and he finds you
And you see him, and you’re forced
To face the music.
Then comes the ordinary lull of Sunday
And by Monday night you’re in love,
Bones burning to the very marrow
From his touch and your heart bursts
With the fear of what you don’t know.
Now it’s nearly April,
And you hope to see him down every street.
You queue at the supermarket
And you feel him next to you still,
You chase shadows and you
Lose all dignity. Before he leaves
He makes you promise
You’ll appear in his dreams.
You say you will.
You can’t be friends. You will leave it there,
Pine for him in secret, and hope time will tell.
Oh, it was good.
It was so easy.
