it's been a while but i still can't listen to that song.
the song i would sing to send you to sleep when thunder rattled the ground beneath you,
we'd be squished tight in my cupboard, drowning in pillows and blankets.
the song i would sing, sprawled on my back on the cool cobblestone of a back patio,
your head on my stomach,
tears glistening against the moon.
i don't want to be here.
i want to go back
to that place you loved
where i first sang our song to you
i need to go back
to that bridge we'd lie on
at night
listening to fish leap against still water.
i don't want to be here.
i need to go back
and count the stars
and fix my heart
