In Evening Air

a part of me you have a part of me you hold apart from me you stand and there's parts that you had stole littering in the cupboards like some pieces of the puzzle a nest just like a mother the dampness of your sweater it's never put together as i wat

A loose, and hazy time When you were not my clementine And I was not you're diamond's eye. Bereft, as daisies lie For our love was lost in style You were strong, I was a child. We, we're not kings here. We're not kings here. We're just strangers. ---