dormitory halls made her world feel meek and small and alone

union bookstore where she made it feel more like a church years ago

there’s a longing in the air, dickinson, plath, and flaubert

her perfume lingers there

though she’s heard it all before, I wonder if she'll listen anymore

and I know, I’m not strong enough to tell her

in my soul, I know she deserves much better

leave my heart in every letter

there’s a girl who sits and reads with her long brown hair blowing in the breeze

she lives inside my dreams seems to tower over me at five foot three

there’s a longing in my heart, emerson, kant, and descartes

no, I never saw true art

though she’s heard it all by now, I hope it don’t offend her anyhow

and I know, I’m not strong enough to tell her

in my soul, I know she deserves much better

leave my heart in every letter

there’s a garden in the sun, where her poetry grows free

becomes tangled in the violet and green

and I know I’ll never see from the cold fortified steel

these gates remain locked perpetually

and I know, I’m not strong enough to tell her

in my soul, I know she deserves much better

leave my heart in every letter