Admittedly I miss kissing you
miss your smell and stealing
your cigarettes
but really I just miss you
and the talks we would have
about nothing, for hours.

And I was the girl passed out on the stairs
and everyone knew me
in a roundabout way and whispers
went through me like knives, two, three, four
and bright as I was they all saw the blonde head
duck out of windows on sunny Sunday mornings
and cars with no shoes on, and sighed for me
prayed and laughed at me
"do you think that he loves you?
Because he doesn't and won't ever."
And now that I've left
I'm just a face
alone and exhilarated
dreaming of home and yet won't ever go.

I finally get to see you again,
I wonder if
you'll act like you know me.

Seeing as we're adults now
people will wonder
if you ignore me,

and what I'm wondering now,
is if I'll feel love when I see you
if I'll be desperate

just to be with you.
It's really ******* ridiculous
you live Atlantic

I live Irish Sea.
You swim in the bones of me.
I dream of home and you are home to me.

I don't have a friend
or a care, not even a
leg. I can't stand up.