Thanks
KEVIN PATRICK DEVINE
I never knew
Things could be so slow
I could wait so long
And be so still
And come
And go where I want
On your arm
And thin streaks of tar
Spill off your right eye
Where my fingers find
There way there
Every night
We sleep side by side
Your hands in mine
And when you get here
It's so nice
It's just the part
Where you leave
I don't like
When you get here
It's so nice
It's just the part
Where you leave
I don't like
Such a happy accident
A note in your sneaker
At ten in the morning
And all of my worry
That you were offended
And the catch in my breath
When you weren't
It's like I woke up
And got handed a present
And I'm thanking you for it
I'm thanking you for it