Candlelit Dinners and First-Degree Burns

We haven't talked in a while.

I stare out the window, mile after mile.

You said I live in denial...Well so what if I cry like a child?

I still melt in the wake of your smile,

but you've been gone for a while.Sometimes I close my eyes and drive

with the windows down and no lights

and I can't tell you how it feels.Last night I waited with flowers,

watching the sun set, hour after hour.

Needless to say, I never found her.(I took a walk by the water

but every now and then I falter)And I get carried away...