My heart beats faster under the underpass and
all I want is to make this last.
City lights reflect off the lenses in your glasses and
I can feel your heart get warmer
just from holding your clammy hands.
They always did shake.
(you’re the reason I love brown eyes)
Dirty parking garages and
new surprises around each corner.
We really had a thing going—
Remember that cab ride in Philadelphia?
Now I’m riding alone
paying more for less
you still haven’t been back.
Phantom pains in my hands where yours used to be.
I keep checking the mail
but to no avail do I find anything from you.
Only cobwebs and bank statements.
If you won’t write to me just promise that
you’ll write about me.