have you ever felt it necessary to curl into your
favorite sound and just drift away
as hands stay in pockets because
that's the way you want them to be,
no regrets,
no remorse,
and most of all,
no care?

how soon is that time when i lay on my stomach and you
massage my numb
back to the place i feel lost and alone?
sure, its dark, but we can make just a bit darker
when the dimmers go up and your face
fades into a photograph at the bottom of a shoebox
will i even exist anymore to you or me or you or me or
am i just some sort of reminder...

I believe its time to sit on the porch and watch the air move.