the lovers (reprised)
dispatch from New York City, 6:43 am
The city smells like October when it should smell like May and I’m starting to wonder how many never agains turned into forevers.
I’m drunk on the idea that we had the same dream or maybe it was my phone telling me you wanted to FaceTime or maybe it was hearing you saying I love you because this time those words mean something entirely different.
Right no…