i'll let you take a picture of me
if you let me cover my face.
i don't want anyone to know
it was me that wrote all those love letters.

signing the letter and finishing the mixed cd,
she packed all your clothes
into an american apparel bag.
telling herself she couldn't handle the friendship.

taking a single shot for fun,
the warmth finally hit him again
giving and taking anticipated questions
with long moments of silence between chosen words.

we drove long distances together,
making these familiar songs and roads
miss the love that got away
because i was too blind to see myself.

finally giving it a name.
we draw the lines.

carrying erasers in our pockets.