TWO
we were supposed to see the sun by now, you promised me.
i won’t stand for one more night of concrete winter dreaming.
i want cool breeze longing damn it!
i call for skin cancer on california beaches.
then i can catch up with your lungs at least.
we’ll bathe your scars in west coast waters,
hudson river cleanings just won’t do.
and i’ll strum my guitar as your faded voice plays,
we’ll sing all those old songs about love.
pretending like we know what it means.
sing till the moon comes up over the stars,
then drift away
living only for the day.