Your lips taste like wine but I miss when they tasted like water and your eyes stare back like a sign indicating a cross road when you don't know where you're going and your hands trail my skin like you're looking for home in all the wrong places
Did I forget to tell you that I have never been home either?
Did I forget to tell you that I am less home, more motel room? Less forest Less evergreen More woods More dark and deep and quiet. Quiet like the nights thick with emptiness Quiet like the nights spent in this cluttered room filled with all the empty bottles you've held longer to your lips than you've ever held me but I stay because I understand and I stay because I wish you'd change your mind and I stay because I wish that maybe you'll change mine