Note 1

~ best intentions
somehow we squeezed regret and respect into sheets soaked with sorrows
somehow we made afternoons speak with the clamor of Saturday nights
somehow we kicked cleverness down with the day until night told us to give in all the way
somehow we have nothing but everything to say and all I can see is the coldness in your carefulness
curated handshakes met with mild amusement and yet somehow
somehow we had the best intentions