it's so easy when we talk about our work
how much mail you've carried
how many words i've left to write
and oh how my heart sung when you said you'd keep
the sex
because something is better than nothing
and the emptiness that follows
is better than the loneliness i'm feeling
maybe this is the only way how
we know how to speak the other's language
love
isn't always magic
and love
cannot hold you together
but maybe
the sex can
