Candlelit Dinners and First-Degree Burns After The Sirens 

We haven't talked in a while.
I stare out the window, mile after mile.
You said I live in denial...
Well so what if I cry like a child?
I still melt in the wake of your smile,
but you've been gone for a while.
Sometimes I close my eyes and drive
with the windows down and no lights
and I can't tell you how it feels.
Last night I waited with flowers,
watching the sun set, hour after hour.
Needless to say, I never found her.
(I took a walk by the water
but every now and then I falter)
And I get carried away...