hospital photograph

Like a lover's kiss, with one foot out the door and a hand in the frame - you'll be missed gone. I don't need to know the date of your departure, but my expiration date is in question and I'd much rather know it than yours. You said "there is no expiration date on love" and this is only because it isn't a tangible thing, like the way we pray with one hand raised to god and one hand behind our backs at all time. Oh god I can't believe I'm going there doing this again.