i fell for your dreams
even your most convincing lies
i fell for your truths
your vulnerability at nights
i fell for your curious smile
and your wicked mind
i fell for the honesty
and the words you rhymed
i fell for the wrong reasons
and now i fear to confess

It is too late to sing
‘Wish you were here’
At the park in early spring
Under rainfall and bad covers.
It is too late to ride bikes
To race by the river trail
Fast through flashlights
A thousand stars beneath us.
It is too late to write
About signs and fights
In the drunken crowds
Too late to see a light
I blame this darkened room
Songs, sights, sarcasm, you.