aching backs. the chill in my bones.
oh i would love to close my eyes and wrap my body around yours. some carefree night with a few bottles and the radio so jagged in the faint light.
maybe its about old souls. and the little armours we carry them in.
so flexible. cigarette stuck in the corner of your mouth. i always remember you with a scarf. one day ill let you know.
this month has been like a year crushed down. all of the weekdays discarded.
tomorrow night i may be waking up with a sore chest. but right now my bathrobe is warm enough.