What we all want is to be a part of something we can't outlive.
I am sitting beside you,
but I am not with you.
I am beginning to see the line.
How I wish that she'd appear
at my front door
or the few times that I look up.
Lose a friend
by telling him
about things you haven't experienced.
Tell him that the pain he is going through
can be summed up in a quote from a book you've read.
Lose your friend.
In the early hours, when the world is quiet, I am reminded that she is as soft as the sound of my voice.
I saw them as they walked towards me.
As he dragged what I would have carried
she straightened her spine as if to say,
'Hell's been good to me.'
The first time I tell you that I love you
I want it to be loud enough for only you to hear.
During our first cuddle-fight I gave her a roundhouse kiss to the face.
I feel her body when I drive
with the windows rolled down.
All of my strengths and all of my doubts in one hand.
And all I want is to be found
or at least be thought of
with the windows...