Here and suffocating
or gone and homesick
every shade of grass knows
that a sense of loss is certain

I know trust is made
through the bonds we pick
like you know when your mast sails
you're casting your sense of purpose

I'll let you at mapping your unknown seas
you'll leave me to swim in mine
ex marked the how we got here
after I lost my sense of time

You told me from the get go
back then it wasn't hard to hear
Baby I can't be enough for you to hold
while I'm lost in learning how to steer

I knew it wouldn't last when
you were unfamiliar with just lying naked
but sometimes a fox in the lion's den-
his outta place just feels so sacred.

(I had a lovely time.)