Whiskey on your breath
          Tobacco on your lips
The crooked smile
When you say my name

Calloused fingers
       Lax posture
The crinkle in your eye
Can't help but sway your way

Stubble on your chin
         Scuffed up boots
Scar above your brow
Your stories I want to hear

Your hands
my waist
the room seems to fade away

And when I open my eyes
You are still across the bar
Maybe it'll happen
Just not tonight

But I still do too

I used to write about you

Used to

But I still do too

I sit the nights

At the train tracks

Waiting for one to take me

Away

To somewhere it rains

Where no one will see

Tears

Away

Forever

Enveloped in

Black Velvet

That played as your lips

Claimed mine

Away

Locked up

In a cold box

Where feelings no longer matter

And no one wants to claim the body

I used to write about you

Used to

But I still do too