Home.

I was driving home tonight when
I passed by your old lake house.
We photographed the lightning skies.
We devoured all the rice.

You dont believe in me, still.
All I was, scroll and quill.

Your mother told me all about
How she almost gave you up.
She cooked us dinner and she
Gave me a budweiser swimsuit.

Yes, it was so odd to me.
To know all about that phase.

All I wanted was to carry you home
Amongst the birds and telephone line.
All I wanted, to make you smile,
You never even let me try.

But you and I, we crept on by.
Along in silent sleep.

I know how strange it must be,
To read me like words from a book.
Obviously wishing to be
Something I can never percieve.

We clap our hands amongst the trees,
I hoped that you would sing to me.


-A