Two in the Bush

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Two in the Bush

everything in this room
right here finds its way back to you
but tonight's the last night
that i can think of you

your hand holding a kiss
that you blew from your wrist.
once. lost in transit
but i didn't let go. until the end.

i need to close my book
on all the songs
i've written you
and while i now fly free
he is just a bird in hand.
intentional.
how's this for goodbye?

my song holds a kiss
that grazed your lips. once.
but should it lose its way
i'll not stop singing. until the end.

so how's this for goodbye?

he is just a bird in hand
chasing away the ghost of what could have been.