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 out
come back when you can spread out a mat for me at the nursery
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