Lletres: After The Sirens. 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...