nothing sweeter than a kiss on the cheek
on the eve of the night you decided to leave
its been two years now, isn’t that beautiful
isn’t that beautiful to see how
we’ve grown into little beings
who cry every once and a while
well i wake up in the middle of the night
and the neighbor is hammering, its alright
he’s not the one who peeked in on us
making love for the first time
panting like poets who forgot how to rhyme
it was the first and now its my last
you are my future my present and my god,
my past