I have no one I can tell everything to.
I am falling apart.
Their words mostly noises,
Ghosts with just voices.
Your words in my memory,
Are like music to me.
I’m miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground.
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms.
After I have traveled so far,
We’d set the fire to the third bar.
We’d share each other like an island,
Until exhausted, close our eyelids.
And dreaming, pick up from,
The last place we left off.
Your soft skin is weeping,
A joy you can’t keep in.