she asked me tonight
why I’m never sober when I call.
how could I explain to her that
I still need that little bit of liquid courage
every time I want to talk to the only girl
who somehow after three years
still makes me as nervous as
the first time.
It’s 9 PM.
Tonight I’m sleeping on
the side of a mountain with
with the most amazing view
but for some reason I can’t stop hearing you
tell me that it’s time for the turn in
And can’t stop myself from wanting
to feel your body against mine,
to smell you hair,
to hold your hand,
to hear that funny little laugh of yours
just one more time.
For so long I felt like I did not belong.
And then one day I realized I don’t belong anywhere.
That is, any one place.
For some of us will never settle.
Easily bored by the mundane, we constantly are left searching for those things in life that truly make us feel alive.