Write something sad and slow
As we lay in hazy light, so low
Whisper soft, never let me go
A horn blared in the distance, signaling the end of the day’s activities as the suns set. Once the last note dropped into the wind, Weaver clasped his hands together. “That’s a perfect place to call it a for tonight.”
I…
I wanted to be further along,
and I think so did she.
But I guess,
when it came down to it,
I’m still so scared
she’ll leave.
Or it’s a lie.
Because if it’s real,
then I don’t know
how
I got this lucky.
I’m afraid
to lose it.
I’m okay.
You’re okay.
We worked it out.