Prayers & Tears Of Arthur Digby Sellers Ammunition For A Bolt-action Heart
I can laugh about it now because the darker side of staying friends is that it never ends, when you and I never began.
I could pour another drink Touch the cup to my lips. The timing's always wrong and then you're gone and I'm still alone.
I could crumble into dust; turn to rust and fall apart. I could disappear completely and you'd never even miss me. No you'd never even seen me leaving.
I had a plan: I wanted to kiss you on the mouth back in June, but you disappeared and God knows I did, too.
