I love the way my hair feels
on windy days
Like a lover it knows me
this city someone i'll never lose
I love our smiles in the spare room
sippin old apple schnaps and sprite
a familiar delight
the taste of night and youth
I love the people I left behind,
the forgiveness I hold secret soft in
my heart,
the chord E minor,
a world I created for myself.
Sometimes on Valentines
I forget to be lonely.