Your lips touched my tear soaked cheeks, as the pressure loosened between our hands. My eyes remained fixed on your back, no longer allowing my heart to deceive my eyes.

It was dark and cold, on the road to nowhere. I thought about you cuddled up by the fire, little things to push on through. I gave up after mile marker 50, but I still had things to do. My coat was soaked from the mornings rainfall, but I thought the rainbows were so beautiful. little things to push me through.

When the sun went down, I was illuminated by passing cars. The chill came on as the moon centered in the sky, along with the satellites and stars. I pushed on thinking about one thing that you said, without you I’d be nothing but closer to death.

So I jumped over the median and headed off to
nowhere’s road. Knowing that I’d find myself or that I’d never make it home. It took probably a month but then it happened rather fast, a woman pulled up next to me and told me to throw in my bags. We talked about the world, and how traveling made us grow, we laughed and laughed until we both were gray and old. I guess I should say thank you for steering me towards that road, because if I never walked that path I never would’ve known.

I’m afraid I won’t know when,
It’s really time to let go.
I feel like it’s been two lifetimes,
Since I felt your hands on mine.
I know the texture is different with age,
But the rest remains the same.

I’m hoping you still think of me,
In the warmth of his arms.
Closing your eyes like our first kiss,
As that carousel continues to spin.
I know the imagines still remain,
I see them everyday.

Sleepless nights are close friends of mine,
hours spent watching you dance, across the ceiling of my mind.

Stars above
Someone take me there
Flying saucers
I hear are everywhere

Metal plates
Spinning freely in the night
Teleport me
Back inside your light

So we meet again, in the only place we can now. You lightly bite down on your finger nail before gently touching my cheek. It’s like we meet all over again, all the nervousness inside the room. As your hand grazes my cheek my eyes briefly close. Remembering all the love we shared, before we became strangers. Cuddled up on sheets in the freshly cut grass of Park *****, as fireworks lit up our wine glasses. We felt alone in the presence of a thousand wandering eyes, as we stayed fixed on one another. You will always be my favorite escape.

It’s safe to say I’m falling, never quite lost the feeling in my knees. There’s something about a fresh start, that we always seem to need. I’m counting stars as I plummet to your palm, I’m praying like a saint that when I land, you’ll still be holding on.