When you feel like you'll just about pack up and leave.

I don't know if you're inevitable

or if it's me.

Once I turned to you for tenderness.

Those were the days when soft words
like tinder and

bicycle spokes

could keep me pleased.
A foal gets up on its feetbut my limbs don't work the same

in your absence.
My heart has slowly filled with ash.

The night feels just as empty

without a warm embrace

and that we can't face eachother,If only to say,
"I miss you"
because my feet were never cold with you.

So now I'm wearing wooly socks to sleep.

In my dreams,

I've been to Cleveland so many times,

but the stories are never new.
The worst part was when I woke up

and realized

the only sensations

I could remember were the ones I'd

memorized:
The freckles in your eyes

The feeling of your shoulder blade

resting gently against my fingertips

Every corner of your ear

The groves in my lips when they could

catch smiles like butterfly kisses and Eskimo lovin'

It's hard to remember what we were keeping them

safe for in the first place.
I'm going to visit rapid city

then make my way to Pennyslvannia
I don't know if it's the road who's inevitable or if it's me.