Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
by Finn Butler
I had a glass or two, just to take the edge off
And it worked for a while
But morning comes early on late nights alone
No one knows better than I do.
I chased you down with deep red wine
And still you bubbled to the top
Making me regret every sea-parting kiss
And the nights we forgot about gravity.
People have written novels and plays -
About the way your voice sounds in the dark
And where they went to get theirs back -
And I'm beginning to realize they've been healing me (slowly).
So forgive me for reaching for their words
Instead of picking up the phone
This time.
S.
