morning in rome;
somewhere, though,
you must be awake.
you must. i hope you are
safe, i wish, and sound,
the entirety of your mind and body
with you–
unlike me.
a piece of my soul has torn off
and fell into your hands
flown accross the atlantic.
if it means anything
don't let me whither away
make it mean, at least
one more dream,
where it's morning in LA
and evening in rome.