you were there

acknowledge us.
on 17th street.
temple and beard.
white wine and stairs.

c'mon little collar bones.
there was a fool so slowly.
and I tried to write everything.
and I am still a yard.

glass hours.
stubborn and still here this year.
eye need you to be.
there, falling.

love is not a luxury.
but it is a preservative.
especially with song and on.
stupid writer, Iron & Wine, and breath.