Warm was your sweat, in the dead of December
I can see my breath. I can feel my chest moving up and
Down like the rainfall, in the heart of September
I can see the trees dying. I can feel my love was not
Enough of October. High school football, be over
Because that was where we met. And that was where we sat

I know you’re trying, to keep this going
And I might be too, because I still love you
And we’re still talking. We’re still texting
And I can hear you crying
And I can feel my chest about to explode

No more NPR. I’ve deleted that station, from my car sterio
From the app on my phone. It hurts to
Listen to silence, when I open my eyelids
First thing in the morning, and I can’t hear you breathing

Explode like the fireworks, that we saw in Rhode Island
Right before I left, right before I left
Right before I left