I should have let go sooner.
When there was no lead in my limbs
Or loneliness in my bones.
When it didn’t take the smell of coffee
Or jazz playing softly on the radio
To make me ache for you.
To make each morning
Useless, endless.
I swear the sun, she aches for you.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
I should have let go sooner.
When there was no lead in my limbs
Or loneliness in my bones.
When it didn’t take the smell of coffee
Or jazz playing softly on the radio
To make me ache for you.
To make each morning
Useless, endless.
I swear the sun, she aches for you.
