Alter Me

There is a cute boy who works the counter And I wonder if I have bed him in another life He is sensible and warm, and has a face that I could love, but in this time he is taller

How long have you been here I ask But what I mean is, how long have you been living this life? This one apart from me

He doesn't oversell me on a shirt He says his friend made in Bushwick and that the store carries, And he doesn't tell me that the sunglasses I try on are flattering, He looks in a wistful way over them

I miss his shape on my shape And although the memory is faint I can still feel the warmth And when he bags my things I wrap the places where his hands were