When I see you sitting in the restaurant   Counting complex carbohydrates   I will wonder where it was I knew you from   And I will give you my regards   When you turn to go   And in these final parting phrases    I will overanalyze the way your eyes move slower than before      Winter morning in the parking lot of my apartment complex   I will be the first to force eye contact   In this dashing, darting deer-in-the-headlight looks   Are growing tired      From time to time when I am feeling trembled   I will unfold all these letters from old friends and lovers   From the of the long ago of penmanship and perfect strokes   And even though I say these notes    I won’t pretend I know any more, any more      Held in hallways   Cutting corridor doors   We will speak these warm words   Half empty, half full