kickin' cans down an alley
with you in my mind
reminds of fall's false hope
ill never get to the end

because i start over
rehashing, drawing diagrams
performing vivisections on our hearts
but minds can't know other minds

there used to be a pharmacy round the corner
we once sat together at the counter and nervously sipped malts
but once might as well be zero
should be zero, should have left it to the bum's 8 ball

should we think about shoulds?
and coulds and why nots and what the fucks?
how else would ought become is?
change is not a four letter word

a decade later and the heat from your voice still warms
whenever i fall away.
memories that brought salty despair in my youth,
now sing soaring arias as i look over at your sleeping body.