and when words are no longer enough, and you grow silent,
i hope you still hear me.
and when i catch your eyes,
already drawn to mine,
i hope you still feel me.
and when you've learned again how to place your lips on another girl's neck,
i hope you still smell my cheap perfume.
(the one that drives you crazy)
and when you've learned again how to make love in the passenger seat of your car, i hope you still taste me.
and when i write these words,
i still hope, someday, you will
read them.