how i wish i could climb up
away from this madness
and sit in the crook of branches
letting the stress drip from my feet
as we sway
to the sounds of the breeze

We were in search of the sea,
traveling the curves of the highway
on the hunt for a lighthouse in the distance
running from responsibilities like the plague
pretending the summer heat won’t fade
building bonfires as the sunlight
falls behind the waves
and still, we smile

a snapshot in time
i knew in that moment
you didn’t know my heart
but in that small moment
we were an endless stream
of warmth spinning by our eyes
colors blending into paint
and these hearts
for a moment
reached

I won’t ever know this kind of rain again,
It won’t cloud my hearing and embrace my clothes.
No longer will this misty air lay on my skin.
No longer will the moss sway
as the streets flood.
The crack of thunder will no longer interrupt
discussions across tables.

No longer will this blue house be my home,
where endless alarms can be heard in the morning,
and polar opposite rooms align to the meeting ground tile.
No longer will dinners of corn be shared,
where conversations stretch across
this white oak table as candle wax melts.
No longer will I belong to this place.

For I will return to quiet drizzles
Running rivers,
deeper greens,
and kind hearts.
I will return to quiet souls,
that murmur over the mist of coffee,
with pastry flakes lining the table.

I will leave this speck on a map
To another speck,
I call home.