the look in your eyes i s barely recognizable or so it seems to be attracted to everything within reach of a whisper strain your ears just to hear them speak seconds slip by words turn into wounds falling into every piece of you two times at night and double that on the weekends i could tear my hands across your back and still hear you scream goodbye Susan hope you had fun i never intended any of this to happen yet i still recall the smell of your car last fall and how it felt to be close to you the slant of your smile is only noticed by the line or so it seems to be attracted to anything between here and there i might not withdraw the fragile lines of Seattle minutes pass by settling the wounds tripping into every inch of you goodbye Susan