So, I buried my arms to the elbows in a mountain of love for you
and I wept in front of at least three dozen tourists

anywhere with you

Where do we go from here, love?
I doubt it's Poughkeepsie; I could be wrong

Hmmm...
It appears that I will be out of pocket for a week or so, so here is an extra long poem.

Riding through twilight
Is better than watching the twilight
Is better than riding into the sunset
Which is a good way to burn your face.

Bet deh duh det teh duh det teh duh deh bah dee dah bah dadoodah,
Bee dah dah doo de daaaaaaaaaaah!

I wasted all those Seconds
thinking about the seconds that I could Never Get Back
(i should've been spending them with You.)

I've been trying to fill the hole you left
with Doritos.

i dreamt you wanted me.
it was Better.