it was closing night
and i thought about that photo i never got with you
too timid were we to think of months from then
when there would be a different pre-show bliss
kisses through zeros
pillow letters
and then where will we be
it’s a paradox really
being away
when i say the walls of my lungs breathe alive
i blink twice with thoughts of you
tried have we not to enjoy this
these places right steps take
there’s no trying to need
yet it’s hard to not wish you were around
you rhyme with my emotions
not because you laugh at my not so jokes
but because you let me giggle til my vision turns blue
and then ask me to explain
and i’ll walk on sunnyside avenue
pretending the smell of my scarf
isn’t the closest thing to you