she says it all without a thought in her head.

Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind, images.
You sang me Spanish lullabies.
The sweetest sadness in your eyes, clever trick.

Well, I’d never want to see you unhappy.
I thought you’d want the same for me.

Goodbye, my almost lover.
Goodbye, my hopeless dream.
I’m trying not to think about you.
Can’t you just let me be?

So long, my luckless romance.
My back is turned on you.
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache.
Almost lovers always do.

We walked along a crowded street.
You took my hand and danced with me in the shade, and when you left you kissed my lips.
You told me you would never ever forget these images, no.

I cannot go to the ocean.
I cannot try the streets at night.
I cannot wake up in the morning,
without you on my mind.

So you’re gone and I’m haunted,
and I bet you are just fine.
Did I make it that easy to walk
right in and out of my life?