I Love The Memory, Still

Right or wrong, I wouldn't mind to see you
I wouldn't mind to see you
I wouldnt mind believing you
It's been so hard to reach through
Words are so brittle
Shattering in the air into dust
That gets caught on our inward breaths
We call it conversation
We say "won't you come with me?
Won't you have some wine? With me?"
But no one else says it like me, to you