Raindrop

I'm gonna miss you wigglin', Raindrop

Saw the first turn of Fall on a beachbound train

Thinking about how your belly's buttoned and your toes be all sparkling

And you saying, "Sit up with me"

Yes, M.S., guess I still l like you a little bit

But not like apple pie, this scent ain't prone to fade

Maybe "maybe" is all I'm going on—I don't reckon so

I see the match in musings holding sway

Spin it into you, pin a grin to it, send it into the wind, and then believe in it

Clean through the screen door-slammin' drama scene