Do you hear me? in The First Life

Goodness....

I dreamt of you last night. First time in a long time. Saw your face the closest I have seen it since April of 2014. I could reach through you if I wanted to.
You’ve stuck with me all day. I can’t shake you when I feel you like that. Every part of me wants to reach out, but I don’t.

Do you hear me? Are you ever there? Do you ever look for my words and hope you’ll find yourself in them? I look. I hope I’m hiding in the corner of some song you wrote. I hope I’m articulated in your dreams. Still. Still, I creep back. I can almost feel what it was like. Have you found that? Are you happy? I’m sure you are.

I cannot write how I once could. I’d disguise these feelings and make you work to find them. But you are not here. You are not looking for me.

On days lIke these. I just want to reach you. I want to talk like we did. Feel like we did. I want you to slip up and say something we know you shouldn’t. I want you to text me at 3am, because you’ve had a couple drinks, and you have something to say.
I feel like you feel me on days like these. Like I can talk to you, like you feel this. The other end of this wire is alive....buzzing under all of the growth.

Last updated August 21, 2017