I just want to feel like a coin being tossed in the fountain again... to know that someone believes in me enough to make a wish.True love as an escape route. In a time of war we don't really sleep... we just write.
It's even worse when you catch fragments of whispers... when you're up on the high wire for all of them to watch. Next time I swear I'll be using a net.
Back here on earth, the clouds hang loose off of your skin... as your lashes flutter. Midnight. I find myself calling you just to hear your voice(mail), anymore. It doesn't really matter (and never did) if you pick(ed) up or not... It was only about having some version of you to put me to sleep.
The truth is... once you've disappeared it's really not the big stuff that you regret. It's the small stuff... like not reaching out to those who needed it the most.
