you saying my name again
even through chapped lips
would be enough
to set me on fire with some burning desire
to throw myself to you

the wolves

         i can't remember what your voice
         is like
         but the wind through the trees
         might be a good
         representation
         and the eyes that would laugh
         at me
         with me
         can't be the same now
         as they were then
         the sky isn't as blue
         and it gets its color from you
        
         *my air