Have a safe flight and text me when you get home,
Your love is the only one that doesn't come and go.
Send me the seven minute long voice memos,
I don't want any part of your stories to go unknown.
We are not bound by blood but by our poor taste in men,
We hate just about everyone, together we can resent them.
When I am in town I do not always let you know
But it does not untether our bond, you stick around when others go.
You don't know what you have done for me,
I know that I could do more,
Without question I would be there right at your door,
Call me when you are walking home from the bar,
Even when I do not answer I still love you when I am not where you are.
YOU ARE READING
Sunset Over Pointe Inn
PoesiaLove once stopped me from writing this book, and I hope that whoever is reading this someday finds the kind of love that inspired me to finish it.
