I’d be with you, It’d be you,
standing under a dim streetlamp
fallen stars turned into streetlamps, still aching to shine
yeah they look like stars to me,
deep soft wind tugging at your hair
phones in our pockets, buzzing with nothing
I’d pity myself… if the delusion hadn’t felt like hope
me standing under a dim streetlamp alone
watching the fallen stars all alone
I’d heal, I’d fade
"Dreaming of You", quietly replayed
-8/11/2024