if i tried not to laugh
would my illness clear the way
i could pilot an out
these red letter days
cut and paste all this tension
between the ringing phone
screaming into a dead wire:
`please come home to me
don`t find a clever way to say goodbye
leaving`s a waste of time
hiding behind a front
because i`m nothing without you
we could be rich in laughter
and the silence from keeping up`
what else could keep us tight
if not our emnpty hands
and endless waiting
we could set the bar
be the first
to feel defeat, not defeated
`as long as you`re here
i`m fine to find
and not feel so lost inside`