going to our favorite baseball field
in a car

I look out the windows
and see grass
like the stuff we used to lay in while

you played your guitar
and I hummed

I know you

more than I know myself
you are my home

I am home

you are the softness
and  spicy smells
and curly red hairs that I find on my coat

you are the song my dad used to play
before I grew up and lost him

and do you remember when we would bike down to that
gas station and buy iced teas
and cigars

how did I come to be so very far from you?

smoke fills my lungs
and fire burns my heart

but I know I’ll be back soon.