so we wait now
resting our shoulders on hotel pillowcases
water dripping slowly from a shower head
you read a book about echoed mountains
and I wait because I love you.
I keep coming back to a moment
something about you in tears
crying over a fight with Dad
and I keep picturing you like that.
You're quiet now
waiting to be lost again
waiting to be in a moment without us
there is a pain you have
that no one can compete with.
And I remember now
why I saw you in tears
I can't be enough
and I'm sorry.

There’s an emptiness today
One covered with fall leaves and broken trees
Window half open
Inviting small pellets of breeze to drift into the room
Chapstick broken in the bottom drawer of the desk
Those days, back when I was a kid
Crawling around in the playground outside
Father putting white blocks of sunscreen
On the forehead of my face
Didn’t even know what existed yet
This is nostalgia, isn’t it?
Or maybe it’s a what if.

run around the world
and you get lost and dizzy.
wait for it to turn
and you become nothing but impatient.
fight the way it laughs
and you have every type of ending.
just be
and you have nothing but a story

Breathe in through the tops of your lungs
Let him believe you see dusk not stars
Hold your laugh until the heart falls
Then lock your love under the dark

disillusions of the soul
falsify the truth of the now
so we fall back remembering
lost times where people
met in space and light
that paralleled a greater life

when you are in love with the way
the sun bends to the west
as it lays roses on billowed light
the movements of the heartless wanderer
shatter in the fragments of the broken moon
the stillness of the soft glare of glazed eyes
melt a sorrow sound of infinite lust
and I break my fear of losing a love
I have never truly claimed.

If we were just passing
It would be okay.
If breath only stung air
We would never have to stay.
But we have always been broken
and fear the truth of living.
So we circle our own place
Until the rope strays.