The end of winter

Breathless hesitation
You notice things about me that others don’t
Secret little conversations
Have to pay for parking, you say you won’t

Disenchanted with inadequacy
Failed comprehension
You, there, biting your lip
Trying to hold back the tension

A slippery waterfall
The golden gate bridge
Didn’t return your call
Words like a sales pitch

I think I’ve counted the ways
of how to make this tree grow
but when it’s this cold out
you always feel so alone.


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