Lonesome Tonight

Let me miss you
as if we were two strangers
about to collide.

Open season for
reveries.
Options open,
I'm about to take off
and you're so busy
underground.

Let me miss you,
for Lord's sake!
Let's not stick together,
but let's offer our dry souls
to the summer sun.

 It's not the season
for truth and dare.
It's not as if
we're completely ourselves.
 Flocks of birs are slowly
moving out to
distant islands
we don't know.

We don't know where
to hide.
Let me miss you,
as I run out of balladries
and grow colder
darker
inside.