It's dark in my head.
A quiet strum of you
over
and over
and over.

I imagine that your head is full of sunshine.
And maybe a few jokes
and witty stories
and aimless information.

I'd like to pry it open,
put your ear up against mine,
see if the light from your skull will relocate to my clouded cave.

I think you could fill me up with clean air.
Possibly clear away my smog
and hatred
and oppressed feelings.

I can wait forever, you know.