I don't want to say
too much to you.
Violin plays through
the radio, lonely instrument,
and I don't want to say
too much to you,
don't want to make you
cry because that would just
make everything harder.
I mean, for ****'s sake,
the violin is sad enough,
don't go getting tears
on the strings.
Now my mind wanders
as I write this all down,
as my mind wandered
when it happened.
I'm thinking  of
the dress you wore.
It was white (you couldn't have
picked any other color?).
And I don't want to write too much,
I don't want anyone to know
what happened.
Yeah, I think I'll stop here
and just listen to the violin play
rather than dwell on what I
said or didn't say.