will
you
kiss
me
the
way
you
did
the
first
time
you
had
the
bluest
eyes

I
love
him
in
that
striped
t-shirt
he
bought
in
spain
it
reminds
me
of
him

i
just
dreamt
danny
trejo
was
in
my
kitchen
making
eggs
for
me

i'm
sure
of
you
i'm
sure
of
our
home
i'm
certain
of
my
heart
my
love

my
daughter
writes
poems
and
they
all
begin
with
roses
are
red

our
street
which
is
never
quiet
was
quiet
tonight
very
quiet

for
a
time
i
used
only
candles
for
light
drank
cheap
wine
in
my
dark

my
mother
said
after
the
county
fair
she'd
claw
that
woman's
eyes
out

the
spider
crawled
across
the
ceiling
finding
a
new
home
as
we
watched

the

crocus 

and 

bloodroot 

were
blooming 

i 

wore 

a 

worn 

out 

harley 

t-shirt 

i
ached
that
so
tender
kiss
he
gave
me
under
the
street
lamp
moon
light

they
were
all
taking
epic
stills
of
the
sky
but
i
kept
mine
in
my
heart

forever
seemed
warm
and
bright
and
long
but
the
days
were
dark
and
all
alone

he
has
the
face
of
a
goddamned
angel
you'd
trust
him
to
rip
your
heart
out

i
sat
reading
and
my
child
put
her
small
hand
around
my
fore
finger

darling
go
pick
the
dandelions
swing
on
the
swing
let
the
air
feel
you

she's
not
your
gypsy
she
belongs
to
the
land
the
air
the
trees
she's
not
here

my
daughter
asked
why
and
i
said
i
don't
make
the
rules
i
just
break
them

if
it
troubles
us
it
must
be
that
we
find
the
trouble
in
ourselves

-east of eden

granny
calls
me
baby
and
sugar
and
sweetie
and
i
rather
like
it

i
remember
the
way
the
dust
smelled
how
the
hillside
called
me
to
it

the
ides
of
march
blew
the
winds
in
like
a
lion
with
the
rains
the
lamb
waits

twilight
comes
and
i
feel
nostalgic
my
stomach
harbors
butterflies

it's
so
quiet
and
still
we
could
hear
the
horns
honking
the
crows
cawing

he
didn't
discover
the
world
and
its
people
he
created
them

- east of eden

it
seemed
as
if
the
montucky
cold
snack
was
made
just
for
him
my
king

i
needed
a
hero
'cause
being
a
heroine
no
one
else
quite
compared

i
would
say
he's
my
one
true
love
the
man
i've
loved
more
than
all
the
rest

it
was
a
sad
old
story
of
awkward
impulses
and
misunderstood
looks

the
room
was
dark
and
very
cold
i
couldn't
squeeze
his
hand
hard
enough

she
pushed
the
ashes
off
the
joint
with
a
blade
of
grass
the
sun
browned
her
skin

babes
i
don't
know
what
to
say
i
said
he
said
just
say
you
love
me

i
waited
by
the
window
i
watched
all
the
people
hoping
they'd
be
him

she's
very
very
if
you
know
what
i
mean
like
the
wild
winds
a
constant
rain

i
let
the
led
zeppelin
play
the
air
was
so
fresh
i
took
the
long
way

his
laugh
is
infectious
he
looked
quite
good
it
was
so
nice
to
see
him

the
old
man
walked
his
dog
the
old
woman
stroked
her
cat
serious
times

the
sun
shone
on
their
face
the
wind
blew
through
their
hair
they
felt
like
blades
of
grass

dandelion
tiny
harbinger
of
spring
i
adore
you
i
do

i
don't
mind
the
ghosts
i
told
him
i
welcome
them
like
i
would
my
friends