tie

it's kind of unsettling

how sometimes you let green lights slip.

how the glasses of wine slip away from my hand

as quickly as i fall asleep.

then i can't remember a thing;

well i always remember

but never the important parts

the hurdles we build on our own path

and then the need for growing old.

it was the never ending need for connection that broke our hearts.

we have not seen each other in months.

in years, maybe.

or have i ever?

you'll never be here.

or there.

where are you, anyway?

homesick

okay so if i ever leave this town remind me not to take with me only the parts i like. that way i could only suffer. good memories are necessary but if i can't remember crying or being heartbroken in the same corner i was once kissed, then what's the whole point of leaving? i know i'll miss home terribly. oh yeah i may not be romantic, but boy my heart does quiver when the sun goes down in this concrete nightmare. the buses are the worst and there's this traffic i hate; everyone screams at odd hours and i've got the alarms settled deep in my brain. probably this will repeat itself in other places. i can't escape it. no matter where i find myself next there will be suffering and joy, but if i don't remember the pain that made me, then who am i? if i ever leave, remind me to pack the city alongside my luggage so i may never feel the need to come right back.