living in a powder keg and
you missed the last part,
the most important part.
& halfway across
this country, my mother dips
her toes into the atlantic and
across the ocean you wake up in london
& planes fly
and i lie on the roof
and no, they aren't shooting stars and
no, i don't want them to
darling i love them as what they are.
you missed the most important
part where you said this white light was like
a beacon in the middle of those twisting
and how when you got back, you hoped i
would be somewhere
i just want to hear your voice.
you missed the part where i said i'd be standing
right in front of you.
you tell me no where feels like home, but that
paris is beautiful and
i just want to hear your voice
i find myself wishing so hard, that i
open my eyes and realize this was all in
my head and there
is nothing to wish on but my own