My skin is eroded by tears, streaming my cheeks... collecting between my breasts.
Sorrow.
Station wagon vibrates, a pulse, a tune for farewell.
It's hard to hear your words. Laughter disguised by underlying pain.
"It's only a few days" he says... an attempt to convince himself.
An embrace. Several kisses, and the car pulls away.
Airport terminal, the same word they use to tell you you're going to die.
The end of the road for you. A two hours of winded highway.
This city certainly owns it's name.
Blurry eyed and dizzy. I am not myself anymore.
More tears, pushed back.. faulty navigation.
This must be a dream.
Finger twitch, spilling out painful words.. click click click.
Then send.
I am here. Where are you?
Going home... Home.
Where is that now?
I'm not even sure anymore.
Tonight your sky will be filled with skyscrapers, mine stars.
And I'll wait for the room to light up... A phonecall, a message.
An arch of light to show me some sign.
Anything to know I am not alone.
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