I take a walk into the cement graveyard,
looking for shady dealers and cellphone halos.
I try to reside in sobriety,
but promises fail me
whenever you are near.
I let my tongue run in endless stutters,
disguising 'I love you' as some off-hand request.
I could take you to dinner,
I could show you a longing
without the need for sex.
This late-night food has lost its flavor.
This booty call never picked up.
All that is left is to dial these numbers,
and wait by the window
to see every car but yours.
Let's take a walk to the railway bridge.
We'll smoke a joint by the open forest.
You'll push your breath into mine,
make me high,
and forget why I ever
felt so low.
