i don’t know if a day will come
without grief
your smell now strangles my soulfunny how
how funny
it once felt like an embrace
i have this memory of 23rd Street
or maybe it’s 14th or 57th ——
it’s in New York, at any rate,
where we watch a sunset
that never happened
time is a cunning thief
it slips away on good days
it hides in plain sight on bad ones
i don’t know if a day will come
without grief
your smile now suffocates my soulhow funny
funny how
it once felt
time is a cunning thief
i don’t know if a day will come without grief
