By: Natalie Meyer
sometimes i beg to go home even lying in the quiet of my own room
when going downstairs is more than visiting an alien planet or
the first day at a new job when you cant remember your name like
you left yourself on the street somewhere
and outside in the street maybe in the distance i miss you and i see you
bounding across grass with
sunlight striking your face like i watch in my dreams
when they ask me what im thinking
and the truth is im imagining us or me without you
and how i wouldnt be able to stand it
because how would i spend the time between years,
the empty space before life takes hold again
if you werent here to show me the things you love
until we fall back to earth and die again
to worry whether im being reckless or if im just having fun
without you?
im sorry and im grateful, dont mind my tears
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