Carrying around a space for you, handsome. On the train there are empty seats on either side of me, I do not think this is a mistake.
Like maybe they can feel it, and the talking is quiet, muted, as though they are all somber by reason of your absence.
We can have our cake, handsome, and eat it, but when the party ends it is always cleanup time. Kids know this easy, why do we make it difficult? Save the memories, trash the rest. Neat sweep and you could be so delicious. I already know this but it might be like leftovers. Would not taste the same, however sweet.
Trying to leave it whole, handsome. The picture says we are both strong enough to stay unharmed, but I would like to be sure. Missing you is constant, dulled, and I may be slower but am still steady in my survival. More cautious.
Here are some true words for you, handsome. Does not matter whether it is they make sense or just feel right. You will know what to do with them.