Are you here ?
Stepping on the fallen autumn leaves with your worn out leather boots
Smoke rising from your lips which entangle themselves in your hair
And then free themselves in one stroke like the paintings you paint
Or the songs you hum and cassettes you buy
They remind me of us,those cassettes
The world does not see how beautiful they are but you do
So you play them on rewind, like those mornings where we hold each other
Maybe too closely,in bed cause we are afraid of what it will be like
If we fall apart
Slipping on broken glass
On that old dial- phone that you refuse to throw
Oh I love to hear you voice,and your silence
Your breath drawing me to a close proximity of what peace would feel like
And then you smile cause you know
And yes,you love me so
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