I woke up today around quarter to three,
peered out my window and then went back to sleep.
I figured I would just rather wait
for the flowers to bloom and the bees to pollinate.
I dreamt of your letter hidden in my drawer,
and all my responses crumpled on the floor.
How could I possibly relate
what three hundred miles somehow did not say?
(Dear, I fear I'll look back on my life and hear them say I let you get away. Dear, I fear I'll never get the chance to nuptialize.)
I woke up again to an empty room,
the last rays of sunlight reflected by the moon.
Another Decembered Saturday,
they only remind me that I am so far away.
Well I've been here for so long,
oh and I'm trying not to show
that winters in Pittsburgh
just leave me frozen on my own, alone.
So darling anywhere you'd like I'll call home.
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