i will play your song under the willow tree. i will say your words beneath the speckled sky. and when I’m home alone, i write it down, i spit it out, rewind it back. oh airwaves you’re not loud enough, not bold enough. not yet how i want you to be. so i run off to the rooftops i throw my hopes into the sky. and who below will catch them, who above will reel them in. i hope to god you’re watching, that you can play it back by ear. And that’s where i found you, when you were so down and out. on your bed, in the pouring rain, it looked just like outside. cold, drenched and arrogant. and oh how you broke me then, you were so young, so innocent. and i ran just like you asked me too. i stayed away for quite some time. longer than i ought to. let’s just sit in the front yard awhile, in a garden, in the sun, the quiet air within and we can smoke or drink or non of the above. i will make a paper plane and i will send it off. i hope it reaches you in time, in one piece, white and crisp. and your hands are up, you’re gasping for a way out. a way back, and you came home. you were never lost to start with, you just wandered off. I don’t know how this ends now, I just hope it ends well. It’s been several years. Since we sat on the rooftops and watched the lights. You spoke of things I wasn’t ready to say and my heart beat loud and fast like a thunder strike. It was dark and quiet and the fireworks fell down and swam around. I looked up and saw your promises. It’s been a while now. Since we stood in the long grass and I wrote words upon your chest. That way, it held more weight, but you still made me speak. And it was quiet around us and the sun fell and filled it all with hope. It’s been several years now. I will wrap you up. call you out. lay you down. I will find my way.