yesterday is coming.
it's always coming.
I like the way I love you
from a distance
so you can't kill me,
even though...
I'd kill to call you baby.
I'd kill to call you, baby.
my mornings tease me
with possibilities that turn into
greasy afternoons that turn into
empty evenings.
I liked you from the moment
I saw you.
the hum of years.
the startling feeling of time
having passed
while being aware of it.
a sunset speaks volumes.
troubled, thick sadness.
there are new ways to exist.
I wish I could live
in that yesterday
everyday.
and in another life,
I would have really liked
just doing the dishes with you.