I remember running.
She would of practiced, if she'd known on time.
Because even if she was hugged,
It would still have been awkward.
Like she's better than you.
An expensive hurt, a kind of
broken writing hand.
I'm smelling chocolate cookies.
Little kids, kitchen smells-
Remind me I'd rather be at home than driving in this snow.
You've thrown off my groove,
so I wanna see it.
Scratched my heart, I realized
standing: easier than running.
I am here "as I should be,"
I miss those two, but you know, with them?
It's always something odd.
Purposefully you mentioned tomorrow...
and the fact that this could go on forever.