Free Miss You At Church Letter

I feel your same age every day, every minute closer to your age of seventeen, well my body shrinks as you embrace.
And to avoid dying in leather jackets in the afternoon we pass from the center instead of the side streets where we meet only rows and rows of clothes hanging out and it happens that we begin to sing loudly and often I do read what you write, I open my Moleskine Notebooks vertical and I found you, and you read, and I know you.