I recall my first sight,

Canvas shoes with thin stripes.

Blue and white.

Then we sat on the floor,

Cross-legged sprawl by the door.

Just to talk. Just to talk



Well I know what I know

And I'll say what I'll I say.

“I miss you.”

But they'll starve on their speech.

Let them preach what they preach

With no heart. With no heart.



So we chatted all night

Of all things in our lives.

Left to right.

Fell back first on the lawn,

Held our breath for too long.

Far too long.



Well I know what I know

And I'll say what I'll I say.

“I miss you.”

But they'll starve on their speech.

Let them preach what they preach

With no heart. With no heart.



When the porch light went out.

The hue dulled with the sound.

Softer. Still.

Holding cups to the walls,

To hear us push back the fall.

Just to talk.

Just to talk.



Well I know what I know

And I'll say what I'll I say.

“I miss you.”

But they'll starve on their speech.

Let them preach what they preach

With no heart. With no heart.