I thought about a lot of things tonight, and

about seventy five seconds of that time,

you were the furthest thing from my mind.

Far fucking away. On a train somewhere,

Probably. I sat and watched you by the

tracks before

You left.

Was gonna to come down and say goodbye.

Again.

But I thought that I should let you alone.

while you're on the phone.

I think continuously about many things,

circling subjects that are far reaching to

many different chasms.

Of time to give;

And the space you oh so definitely need.

 

But, well, that's a different kind of issue.

 

We have a lot of space. And a few

One hundred and eighty days of time.

But I wont be kicked about for seven

to ten business days, also, I have some mail

for you. It's a letter and a kick ass mix cd.

 

I'm just dyin to send it.

Gonna sit on it for a while, though.

Want it to have the right timing, 

With yellow'd paper to be crinkled just right.

And the track listing to explain why and how each song fits.

 

The next time I see you,

hold my arm tight, while we

walk down the street, and

as soon as there's a quick,

quiet second, the lobe of you petite

ear is mine, lady.