It’s been months, love,
and you’re far, and have someone new,
but I’ve been dancing all this time,
in our living room, with you.
Even this Cohen record tires,
of playing this song you loved most,
but I swear I feel your hands in my hair,
and you make a handsome ghost.
And I know that this glow is your tail lights,
but I love how it bathes your skin.
I’ve missed all these meals waiting,
so I’ll have my white dress taken in.
Give me a few hours, to tape my face on,
to my bones, my heart: our plans;
truth is, while you were saying goodbye,
I was memorizing your hands.
I hope you don’t mind living this double life,
because I need just little more time,
and if all I have is your absence,
that’s fine.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
It’s been months, love,
and you’re far, and have someone new,
but I’ve been dancing all this time,
in our living room, with you.
Even this Cohen record tires,
of playing this song you loved most,
but I swear I feel your hands in my hair,
and you make a handsome ghost.
And I know that this glow is your tail lights,
but I love how it bathes your skin.
I’ve missed all these meals waiting,
so I’ll have my white dress taken in.
Give me a few hours, to tape my face on,
to my bones, my heart: our plans;
truth is, while you were saying goodbye,
I was memorizing your hands.
I hope you don’t mind living this double life,
because I need just little more time,
and if all I have is your absence,
that’s fine.
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