This kind of desperate inspiration
is like fingernails scraping
the walls of my empty room.
The last time I left
you were right there, right
where you’re supposed to be
& then you were walking away,
you didn’t see me put my hand
against the window to wave goodbye.
I figure this much:
Tonight I owe you something
I can’t put down on a page
For kissing the tears right out of my eyes.
You’d be amazed at
how easy it is for me
to get over the things that hurt
when you put your arms around me.
Baby, your name lives on my lips
You’re the kind of think I thought
I could only dream about.
But imagination got the best of me.
I always thought I wanted something real
When in fact I wanted something true.
I needed you.