some mornings I can't stop humming "seven nation army" and tapping mercilessly on the desk
it reminds me of when I used to think, well, I'll just see you when we're not both so emotional, even if I was head over heels in love

it reminds me of when people like you filled the heavens, whose veins are blue and angelic, while mine are just creases
does it remind you of the time you said I think I like you?
I've seen horizon after horizon through windows of this summer house, but what can I say about their beauty compared to yours?

-c.j.