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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