apache.

We once walked out on the beach and once I almost touched your hand.
You know I miss you.
Don't you know that I miss you?
I would write to you from a museum mile, a toast to you,
your whisper, your smile.
If you don't know, honey, why'd you just say so?
And I need this now more than I ever did.
Should have never started, ain't that the way it always ends?
On my life I'll try today, there's so much I've felt I should say, but.
Even if your heart would listen, doubt I could explain.
So here we are now, a sip of wine, a sip of water.
Someday maybe, maybe someday we'll be smarter.


I need to feel peaceful.