there you are
i dare to interrupt.
i'm sorry do I stare
a lot i'm lost and
trying to figure you
out but can't find
my way in. see this
mind wears you thin
and i'm asking where's
the point to all these
letters that he never
sent her; what's the
blunt of all these
smokes he never lent her ?
+
when we are old writer friends (wishful but I've wished it, there) I'll be so selfish to hope now that you'll turn back to tell me where you are, for I know that harboured ships could one day sail too far
/
sa - jsl(c).