She said "I don't think I'd call this something that I need...
I just wanted you to know that I miss the way you feel.
On paper, in person, after three beers".
I said "Are you so relaxed? Is there something I don't see?
I'm not sure, with all that's passed, that it only hangs on me.
And what's more, I would say, the text is subtly free.
All our words for moving on aren't working"
Even I cannot believe half the shit that I let leave my mouth,
and go up my sleeve. I know that when I leave,
All the brick I've laid will ease from footings and cling to dreams.