It feels like I failed somehow,...
when-all-I-wanted was for us
to slow dance in my living room

It seems like a tres//pass,...
the time our lips shared
such del.i.cate.... moments

I don't know what-you're-thinking,...
but I thought we'd
drive the coast
and <sing our lungs dry>

I know it makes-no-sense-on-paper,...
but we should be in Spain this spring
,...and I'll pour the wine,...
While you
...pen your novel...