your hands clasped around the back of my neck when
you kissed me
and you tried to retreat because your curfew's eleven,
but i wouldn't let you go.
now you're at home; maybe
it's not like i would know
because you believe that absence makes the heart
grow fonder
and i believe in spending lifetimes together
now i'm all alone fighting the urge to call;
i want to know what you're doing
i want to know it all
and your hands touched my neck
the way the
noose does
now