curious & creative human
as her fingers thawed
in the first crack of sunlight
she couldn’t imagine
being anywhere else but here
planning her route was futile
her burning soul always led her astray
north, south, east, west
there was no right or wrong way
all her belongings
in the van from 1992
life is pumping through her veins
in the simplest way
the day warming her heart
and the night kissing her skin
she’s 93% stardust
with a soul made of flames
baby
you really hurt me
I know you’re fine without me
in fact
better than ever
aren’t you?
so I guess I’ll go “home”
to the room called mine
it feels so juvenile
I am empty
I left a piece of myself
in the coolest little capital
another life left behind
what is home?
I’m so hard to please
I try my best
I know you’re right
I’ll do better on my own
I’m not regretful
I’m just dumbfounded
that my love was as thick as the morning fog
so dense
I couldn’t see through it
I realize now
you were a source of therapy
twenty-four months
maybe I helped you too
although
I understand baby
I’m a liability
and at the end of the day
we’re so far off each others pages
that it’s hard to believe
we were ever on the same one
