I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Friday, September 7, 2007
The Salt
I was in a fever dream but I still felt you clutching my hand, through the haze of heat and sweat. I concentrated on that hand, my only anchor to sanity. I held tight as we took flight. I brought you with me. You helped me find my way home.
I was in a fever dream but I still felt you clutching my hand, through the haze of heat and sweat. I concentrated on that hand, my only anchor to sanity. I held tight as we took flight. I brought you with me. You helped me find my way home.
But I took the plane and you took the bus. I found MY way home, but I wanted to find YOUR way home. I miss you. Tell me where you live.
ReplyDeleteYou said you came so you can take me with you. I was ready to go but then I woke up. Now I'm waiting for you again.
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