it's alright.

what was it like?

the black and white must have been stunning.

springtime, right?

it's alright.

i don't blame you.

people always say that's a good time for new things, new beginnings.

too bad i realized i loved you in the summer.

maybe that's why i don't know what it was like.

i was a season too late.

i bet she cried.

i think you might have leaked a little, too.

it's alright.

i don't blame you.

i would have been dry for weeks.

and i'm feeling myself disintegrate.

maybe if i'm lucky you'll bring her and them and take pictures of my cacti and sunsets.

a new desert will always bring in tourists.

of course the ending would be unbearable.

but i wouldn't have lived enoughto know the finality of it.

it's ok.

i don't balme you.

you made something permanent.

strong enough that half of them break.

because no one gives a damn anymore.

i wish i didn't either.

so while you're moving your bags

to the other side of the platform,

i'm left here

looking at the elephants in the empty white hills.

i'll say it's ok.

and i won't blame you.