of the seconds and hours between when our february eyes brought those words to us and the late spring showers washed them away, i miss the brief moment when the fire in our throats beckoned the thaw
the frost is unforgiving even when our vows burned as bright as the sun the frost is unforgiving
i was blinded by your grace and i’m left with this feeling of hopelessness please tell me
that if we met under similar circumstances you’d still be the one who would take those chances i’ll reverse every hand on my pocketwatch so that we could try it all over again
sunset to twilight, pass the sign to indio once again bound for the lonesome coast far from those to which I want to be close central daylight, pacific indigo