alors les épines, à quoi servent-elles?
i keep trying to write
or call.
but i just don’t know what to say.
i feel like i really want to say it exactly right,
but the right words won’t come
(so i say nothing at all.)
i want to explain everything.
just little thoughts
or things i saw yesterday or last week
people i meet and things
that remind me of you.
or…
lying in bed
alone.
watching a movie.
and
i guess i’ll just have to say it
and hope you know what i mean
but
(i miss you)
.
.
.
