Devastated
but you could’ve (?) held my
Hands (through this baby)
let my mind run underneath... warm jets
I run my hands through what’s left but
We’re getting older
Don’t have much longer
Why am I preaching to this choir? and
Why am I preaching to this atheist?
just like mine, versions of these belong to
You (do they?
after a while, they’re keeping me close to
you. and just like
Me, they long to be
close to ___