Brave.
traveling an ocean away from me
to a historical continent that sang
during your second chance at college.
I sat in a sunny bedroom, had dreams
of you or us, left my windows open so
the rain could get in and blissfully destroy
any of the comforts that made my cheeks rosy.
You came back. A big small man, a traveler of
ideas, a few friends heavier, a deeper gaze in your
blue eyes, the eyes i would swim or drown in, depending
on the moment. I couldn't make it to your welcome home
party.
And so we played poker with a masked man in
a basement that hadn't survived the troubles of
childhood, no starbursts, just the smell of weed
and tears and a picture of their perfect family. I pretended
i didn't know you, gave you a piano massage.
You told me we were something and nothing
and i completely understood. i thought of
the night i would finally break away from this
normalcy, or everyday, but new it was beautiful
anyway. you made so much of it beautiful.
----
and islands hidden in the sea.
and spray painted walls of ecstasy.
and europe and europe and europe.
and our homes, our darkness, our goodbyes
then hellos again.
our trees. our heartbreaks. our joys. our
unchained melodies, our love, our kiss, our oceans
of electricity, our uncertainty, all of them,
our families, every single soul that we've known
, and our souls,
the souls that will follow us
to the unknown.
unknown places.
places.
places.
places.
