Julia

Will you arrive the same, beneath the trees, each time we separate, remember the times, bars stacked like wheat, we sat drinking wine, now a morning shame, it's not just my feet, in this tired game, now i'm fine, i dream of the sea, sail away on the line, what does it take, with my dawn novena, to have you back again, a smile like a hurricane, your body a treat, see you hesitate, why can’t you remain, the sun rises uneven, cars fill up their lanes, won't wait for evening.