As The Town Gathers Around The Soldier We Carried Home

There's a home that I have that I don't visit in person, but with prayers. The mirror said that I look like I have ran out of pills, but he laid off when I reminded him that I have been staring at my best friends stone.

Sleeping dog beside me. The only thing that speaks to me is your shape in the doorway. I'm more than ready for the cooling winds of Fall to blow the covers off the perfect bed I've made. I'm tired of trying to find myself in every strangers eye. I've got a fever, and a childish wish for snow.

I really just want to be the rain on your doorstep. I'll just pile that on top of all of the other wants from the day that make me curse in my sleep through the night.

I'll be the one dreaming of the way that the scars in our eyes are mirror images that align when we kiss.

I'd leave all of this on your voice mail, but I want it for myself. Selfish me, by the keyboard.