This morning I awoke
the rain was screaming
across her windowpane
and I grieved.
She warned me once
with all of her November
in the summer
she would never love me
the way I need.
Where will you go
with all of your spare change
funny names
for the way you felt?
Will you find someone
to stand still with?
Will you keep bits of me
tucked into your sleeve?
A girl unlike me
unknowing of maps
and crosses in the ground.
I want to be the girl
always gone
the girl turning tables
one foot in Carolina
and the other standing next to you.
But instead
I am the quiet girl with a dream
a pen in pocket
and a penchant for danger
rearranging the way I know the earth.
You're lost on the way
to my house
but you know the way
you know the way.