behind myself
Wednesday, January 21st, 2009
i saw the horizon rise from across the line where blue met blue and i let you go inside the footsteps you made in the sand when i followed. i have a stamp on my passport to prove i have been there and done that only to board up the windows when i left those palm trees and blue skies inside of your shadows. when its below zero its harder to be alone and when it snows i hope my pilot light doesn’t go out only because this is when i depend on it most. you’re free to do as you please and i promise i won’t bother you if the moon glows that honey color when its hangs low. remember that old saying everybody knows that goes all good things must come to an end but that person never said whether or not that close could mean the start of plus one sorrow beginning. once upon a time i believed you when you told me i was no more than a small part of your big image but then i guess i must not have been listening. my hypothesis is that we both simply have been playing pretend so you can cover your eyes and count on me disappearing by the time you reach ten.
