11

i don't understand.
but even now, all i want to do is hold your hand,
and sit in silence...


and i'd compare the buzzing of your computer and our unassuming and gentle breaths
to the sound of that crane turning
a full 360 degrees.

and to the sound of wind pushing against my window,
in an airplane on the way to seattle.

(you make me feel like winter in seattle)

but those sounds, accompanied by the soundtrack of our lives will follow us when we sleep,
and will be engraved into our minds like a tattoo,
as we walk and walk and walk an infinite miles
to that lonely, rainy city i wish i could call home.
i'd hold your hand forever.

but what are the chances, right?
this makes me incredibly sad.