Danielle Ate The Sandwich
Conversations with Dead People
When I see you sitting in the restaurantCounting complex carbohydratesI will wonder where it was I knew you fromAnd I will give you my regardsWhen you turn to goAnd in these final parting phrases I will overanalyze the way your eyes move slower than beforeWinter morning in the parking lot of my apartment complexI will be the first to force eye contactIn this dashing, darting deer-in-the-headlight looksAre growing tiredFrom time to time when I am feeling trembledI will unfold all these letters from old friends and loversFrom the of the long ago of penmanship and perfect strokesAnd even though I say these notes I won't pretend I know any more, any moreHeld in hallwaysCutting corridor doorsWe will speak these warm wordsHalf empty, half full
From Letras Mania