Some things you just have to feel
l o u d a n d c l e a r
rough, y’all tough
ey, you’ere
you,
come over
in the quiet space of
-not fair-
in between the
see you and closed eyes
I do remember
sweet September nights
when all we were
hammocks, mulled wine
with life looking (fine)
you saying
oi sis, tha’s poppin’
wht’s cookin’ gud lukin
with my eyes tearing up
no sound of tommorow
