I'm banking on the fact
that we aren't really lost.
I'm waiting for the signs
to pull us from the dark.
We can return to our shack
that's buried by the trees.
Drink all night
until we're rolling through the leafs.

Anything,

for a second alone with you

my world exists inside your hands.

I feel every star collide.

as both our eyes expand.

The heat is on our skin
the chills are in our bones.
You my dear are a wanderer
but you my dear are home.