it looks like this:
glowing highways in the early morning
spent waiting
watching, wondering how the sky looks out your window
wishing each gentle tap of rain on my window too early, too late for me to be awake is you
waiting for me to let you in
it looks like reaching but finding nothing
where something should be
echoes are sometimes enough to fill the empty space
they have to be, don’t they?
it looks lonely, but it’s safe here
and we are not alone, we always find ways
to touch even when we have an ocean to cross
and you keep me warm even with nothing, with an echo
there are so many beautiful things that you and i have
it looks like unfocused eyes
each traffic light bleeding into the next, swirling into each other like paint in water
finding softness in these small moments I have to daydream about you
to fill the space between us
it looks like holding on, and like trust
like silver spider webs catching the rain in their arms
intricately spun chandeliers made of what seems like glass
but is stronger, almost unbreakable
and a thousand times softer
carefully constructed in corners of trees and ever-glowing hanging lights in train stations
wherever they can manage to fit
we hang like stars made of paper tied to fishing line
from bus station ceilings and trees
apartment balconies that blur together and clouds that hang so low and heavy
it feels like you could reach up and touch them
we spin together in this familiar sky
that my eyes run grooves into each morning through train windows
hold me close, keep spinning slowly with me
and i won’t let go either
it looks like i love you whispered in the dark
over and over again
just so i can hear you say it back
and keep your voice for as long as i can
holding it in my mind
a beautiful, delicate thing
i love you
i love you
i love you
it looks like everything
i see you wherever i go
we are not alone
you hold me in your spiderweb arms like I am morning dew
your soft laugh like yellow traffic lights blurring together in the dark
like wildflowers growing beside train tracks
blue and yellow and pink
the yellow lines on the highway illuminate your smile
we are never alone.
it looks like this.
