Trigonomic radiance
I‘d be remissed if I didn‘t say I‘ve missed you
In the last two years you‘ve been around
Hear the sound as I live vicariously through your frowns and smiles
For another month or so I anticipate what‘d be so gold
if not for the times when I fucked things up it seems our month
long truce has no merit
When I pretend that I didn‘t hear a sound
When I cut you loose last fall
Inebriated confidence
One cigarette and I‘ll never fucking miss you.