edit:
I changed my mind again, moving back here:


Can I be close to you? Darling, I'm sorryCan I be close to you? by ~ClearSound
for the parched wording,
the dry vows,
terms of agreement, croaked the white dove
in that white chapel of whiskey floorboards,
for the way the moonbeam hit the windows,
and the way you said his name.
I'm sorry, darling
for the (nothing) that came in seg-
ments,
and the dusty diary memories, pieces of
lost-lover's hymns,
for the sweetness at the tip of your tongue
and the finger at your lips.
__
, and that's when he realized that some girls deserved stardust and galaxies,
and he was bright fluorescent light clouding their vision.
