[breakaway]

we spoke of nothing else all summer.

you had your foot on the gas.

doing ninety and still accelerating.

i stared up at the sun

and felt you look at me —

a moment that could have killed us.

you whispered, leaning so close

i might have loved you,

we're here. get out of the truck.

how did you spend

four months in an empty house?

even stars are not so lonely.

how can i claim to love someone

who never tells me why?

leaving means nostalgia.

i look through glass grown over

with a white-grey film

and cruelly close the door.

you would have loved this song.