packed up the last of our things
put all the sofas in place
think i've got time for one drink
and then we'll head our own ways
wish i'd have stepped on your toes
so i could see where you stand
but how could anyone know
someday you won't have the chance
have you seen the in-between?
eulogy for sounds unseen
this one's for the things we missed
through distracted fingertips
eating up the frivolous
dream of what will not exist