Not Following Her Is The Hardest Thing

My Thoughts Are Stars I Cannot Fathom Into Constellations.

You're Funny, And You're Smart, And You May Show Up Late, But You Always Show Up Eventually.

She Waited For Me To Play Out The String, To Find The Place Where She Had Stopped And Was Waiting For Me, To Follow The Breadcrumb Tail Until It Dead-ended Into Her.

You Could Drive Past It Without Noticing And From What I Understand, You Ought To.

Maybe This Time She Wanted To Be Found, And To Be Found By Me.