you have to go
your mind was always running a million miles an hour when you were present
And my body language betrayed me
That night on a parking garage you when you read my body
it was prologued just for you
My shoulders moved closer and my body contorted like cursive writing
Finding the nearest stop to lean upon
You were a period to my sentence that night
But it's all open ended now
I get no chance to see where this could go
I don't get to feel the feelings that develop and expire and catch fire after 14 blissful days
I don't get the chance to have my heart broken and mended by you
