Your fingertips across my skin, the palm trees swaying in the wind – images. You sang me Spanish lullabies, the sweetest sadness in your eyes – clever trick. / I cannot go to the ocean, I cannot drive the streets at night, I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind, so you’re gone and I’m haunted, and I bet you are just – fine. Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?
