Directions.
I’m not sure how we got here
When we landed,
where we’ve been stranded,
when we’ll return.
The sun dims,
its rays shorten—
the day is nearly done.
Our time together
is almost gone.
This fancy little trip,
this excuse of a reality.
And we’ve wasted these times
these perfect times
to laugh and to smirk
to cry and to flirt
to dream and to run
to play and to scream.
we’ve wasted these times,
we’ve wasted all our time.
The fears and the follies,
they kept you.
they held you back
strangling you,
so you choked on your words.
I wanted you all.
I wanted the drama, the excitement.
I wanted it all.
As long as it was real.
As long as we were real.
The stars have come out,
the sun has faded.
All that’s left
is me in an empty house
assessing life on the moon
trying to not feel entirely alone.
