come back when it's not september
maybe someday when things have cooled down when our youth and mischief don't spell out by letters the roads of your city, now ours stand still on a winter morning your coat on my shoulders and it's a weekend a coffee in your hand for me and the other in my pocket i can almost hear the laughter we share and every pinch of sadness fades by your hair sneaking out of your cap and a warm muffler around your neck a homely smile on your face a kiss on my lips and no goodbyes to exchange anymore can you walk down this road with me when i can't stomach coffee anymore? i wait for you in case the seasons change your mind my life hasn't stopped on its tracks but i do wait in the worlds we made together in our minds as children who didn't know any better so come back come back when it's not july come back when it's not september anymore come back when the spring sun is ...