living on air

I was 17

you were 36

you were married

but couldn't have kids

I told you that

I was a virgin

you worked me over

like a surgeon

I said I really love you

you told me that you didn't care

you were living on air

we parked

your Volvo

on the sunken road

down where the honeysuckle's

overgrown

 

we smoked a joint to get you in the mood and counted stars thru your sunroof

I said I really love you . . .

you told me the numbers

would never add up

you told me that

someplace

somewhere

in another life

maybe we were in love

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