i cant help this feeling, deep in my gut.
encompassing me, becoming.

night winds carry an abandoned kite
burnt and littered cigarette butts
scatter the ground as motorcycles echo in the night

here is where we stay.

time escapes
i've never met you before

i'm feeling your warmth
not of this world
foreign feelings,
recoiled touch.  

i know i'll meet you
i know i'll come home
i can smell the flowers on the table
and i'll be able to hear you
you'll paint our kitchen door yellow after old colors chipped

I can't escape you.
you came to cover me in the unseen.

down your hands the paint dripped
into the eternity of which i've not seen

so here i stay
in the dark of my heart

wondering
of your yellow paint stained hands

holding mine