Very briefly, I was with this guy. And, I still think of him, but I’ll never say nothing.
I was afraid to look at him. Oh boy, he seemed like a very sneaky, stealthy, sly fox in a big-city. And I realized we would never be together.
But, l would think about him.
I find God can be cruel that way. I believe that He watches over me and I know in my heart he is everywhere. He is the white lines, miles between, the solitude, desolation and fear. He respects my lust for freedom, how I can live in my best memories of him and never find a true way to escape it.
He said I was the sweetest,
I thought he was the coolest.
Oh boy, it was a funny game on repeat he liked to play. He was just one of those people. I mean, I barely knew him, but God,
I still fucking miss him.