short piece, noah Kahan inspired

too much sad folk on my playlist so we get yearn-y themes w this one. trying to write something that feels good spoken aloud, so tell me what you think on that. also July is winter where I am by the way:

Your name tastes like wine I swirl and swallow it Sweet when I spoke it Then soured in silence, yet Sound off, ye soldiers who fight with nobody at home

No palate for bread, Break my teeth in the cold of July down the drain with just cracked lips to show For it stings when I feel the ebb and the flow of you gone

A wish parts my lips for some closure or coda, I'll list what I didn't do Write you a tome in a Field scorched we once sowed, I'll pick through the ash and good bones