walks late at night

cold wind gusts on a cool august night it smells like fall already and you're not ready you feel hungover already and you're not even durnkyou feel heart broken aready but haven't said anything about love. it's there though, in the subtext. it's in the way you look at him, the answer his eyes won't give you, the way his hand is limp in yours. it's in the way he never calls anymore too but that could be forgiven with a fuck