(Jeff Buckley made music perfect for the reverence of Sundays.  Today is no different.  Day 222…)

Kiss me.  Please, kiss me.  Kiss me out of desire, baby, not consolation..

I didn’t win anything
You see confetti and hear cheers
While I’m drowning in tears
These are different perspectives of the so-called game

You have a present for me.
A lovely parting gift
Giving my best resulted in a farewell that doesn’t cover the expenses used to go for the grand prize

Though I’ll never be a returning contestant
But at least we have the experience.