A n n u a l s

Your contact is only getting pushed back, further and further down the list of forgotten conversations

I sometimes scroll down to try and save it, thinking, typing, never sending, hoping it's

not our final destination

As the days go by, I can feel those ties of your energy and mine separating to a line

like when you pull a plug after you say your last goodbyes

Trouble in the foundation, October's when the annual's supposed to die

Still think about you in the morning time, shower time, after nine when the lust arise

Or when I'm driving by

Don't make sense because when I had the time, I ain't have the time

Seasons change, still beautiful like a dandelion