As the days pass
The nights drown in the sea
The wind always picks up
Just as you see me
I tend to have that effect
It's just a gift, I guess
But whenever I give up
You're never ready to let
To let it go

So as I sit here by the window
Thinking of you and your breath
And those times we sat side by side
In your, car going so fast
The wind picked up just as it always does
Your hair dancing in time with it
And your mouth humming
To the tunes on the radio

Why it has to be this way
Never has made so much sense
No it's never been clear
This year
Not really anything has
But it's a build up
Just a slow accumulation
To the ******
And the burst of the joys
Yet to come
I suppose