Five more days.
Dear god what do I want?

I think I want money,
bundles of it,
to buy you a plane ticket,
so you can come home.

Or maybe I want
something else.

Like keys to the truck,
so I can drive to you,
and take you home
with me.

I think generally
I know what I want.

I just you want home.
But that's in more
than five days;
Happy birthday to me.