listen—
this is just the way it is
I see your headlights in the drive-thru
last winter
in the camera lens tonight
this is not personal, you said
you cried, thinking it was dark enough
voice steady (if you focused on the radio)
not personal, but permanent
and I was in no position to argue
lately, I haven’t had much that I’ve ached to tell you
—that feels a little personal—
and I only remember when certain angles of light
hit me like a freight train
after the sun goes down
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 10:17 AM UTC
listen—
this is just the way it is
I see your headlights in the drive-thru
last winter
in the camera lens tonight
this is not personal, you said
you cried, thinking it was dark enough
voice steady (if you focused on the radio)
not personal, but permanent
and I was in no position to argue
lately, I haven’t had much that I’ve ached to tell you
—that feels a little personal—
and I only remember when certain angles of light
hit me like a freight train
after the sun goes down