"I lose you in the subway. This trip, it's been long. Two flights, a train, and now this. Before this there was a wedding. I didn't know them, the wedding people. But they looked at me, standing next to you, and they said, I like you two, together. I looked at you then and I look at you now and I wonder if that's true. I kiss you, stand up, get off the train, wondering. You tell me you love me and I wonder.
You'll never tell me you love me, I'll never wonder if you do, again.
I always meet you in the fall. You're always gone by spring. Sometimes you don't know this until the winter. Sometimes you tell me you love me when it's over."
by meredith chamberlain
why? - berkeley by hearseback
why? - eskimo snow
why? - this blackest purse
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