Warm was your sweat, in the dead of December.
I can see my breath. I can feel my chest moving up and
Down like the rainfall, in the heart of September.
I can see the trees dying. I can feel my love was not
Enough of October. High school football, be over.
Because that was where we met. And that was where we sat.
I know you're trying, to keep this going,
And I might be too, because I still love you.
And we're still talking. We're still texting.
And I can hear you crying.
And I can feel my chest about to explode.
No more NPR. I've deleted that station, from my car sterio,
from the app on my phone. It hurts to
listen to silence, when I open my eyelids,
first thing in the morning, and I can't hear you breathing
Explode like the fireworks, that we saw in Rhode Island,
Right before I left, right before I left,
Right before I left.

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