phones bugging out again, you get the message?
wish i had a poem written out again.
to read here when i got back, try and piece together, or parse apart.
wish we weren’t so far apart, hope we get some peace together.
“a name to speak” but talk to me some more, i want us to walk with me through doors
yet to be arrived at.
somewhere to breathe a sigh at, somewheres to be surprised at, somewhere’d be where we lie at, and watch the stars meander by a black sky behind a full moon.
hope to see you soon.
i’ll always have the room,
for you and who you choose
to be.