condensation on the window, follows my finger how a lover would follow another one. his kisses fall upon her neck smitten and in love until, one day, the love's just a speck one day they're done. the condensation's mist floats away to perhaps a better place leaving her neck so cold and his heart so empty. oh, what a waste...-
-EP
now you can't even see the foggy messages, they, too, left long ago