I want it
I need it
I need to know
that it’s not with you.
But you ran away with my pain
and swallowed it
chasing it off one shot after another.
I don’t know how to act when things are good
but I know how to get the trash can when you can’t make it to the toilet.
I know how to call your sister when you’ve gone missing
and how to fold 100 cranes to guide you back home
because they made you feel beautiful
and you were beautiful.
I saw you soar from the top of your bed
smiling as you swirled among the flock.
Your eyes were smiling too.
But now I’ve lost them
and it’s getting cold.
I can’t break this ice you're drowning in
or is it me
on the other side
running out of air.
We are different people and
we come from different places
but even the moon and sun can meet
in the same sky as drunken dreams
and sober memories dissolve
somewhere in the in between.