Well, she tried on my sunglasses
and she told me what she does every christmas
When she's sad, she writes in a journal
When she's mad, she writes poetry

Fireplace, day after christmas,
burns them all, sips a glass of chardonnay
Another one gone, leaving no trace
And she wonders why her friends had to leave

Tells herself there is a difference
Between forever and indefinitely (definitely)

Then she takes off my sunglasses
Hands them back, says they look good on me

June 1996

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