most people worry when the
lump hits their
throat


I'm the one who feels
the knot in her
chest first

'cause it's all I can do
before things get
much worse

& the waves just keep crashing
in the devil's churn of
this ******
curse


you've blended in with
the woods again
& I still don't know the
next time I'll get
to touch your
skin


but what a beautiful sin
to wait for


the airport is quiet in the back
of concourse e
& I still see your face
as you said
goodbye to me


the edibles and mimosas
could never be as
sweet


so I'll hide the taste beneath
my tongue

until yet again
we meet




tá mé i ngrá leat