messenger

It was a cold december night

The leaves gleaming from the raindrop

The coffee gets cold too soon

It’s a five minutes and twenty second song

About senses that have been stripped

And you already see me naked

Without touching any single hair

It’s a secret and it was there a long time

December gave his seat to January

And January gave his to February

And March now sitting calmly

You’re there and not there

Between the wichita line man

And lady of fire

And we try to find meaning

Just to find out some things are best undesribed

I miss you and not miss you

We don’t own each other

But we have each other.