i think that we should disappear.
disappear into the ground
and get rid of the city sound
and loud life nothing that makes something
not worth anything
and we can dig a small hole
into the side of a hill
that fits us and nothing else
and we can sit and be still
and we can relax in the new thrill
of you and me and alone
as we make a new home
and no one has to know—
tell our friends that we are sorry.
we are sorry but it is done
and we can count the stars one by one
and live in a bubble of me and you
and we don't have to do
anything we don't want to
and i often wondered as a kid
if life could be as good as this
because they always say soulmates exist
but could i ever find mine — yes, oh yes.
and when the suffocation comes
and pulls my breath from my lips
you will be there to give me air
and i will thank you with a kiss
because we live in a hole
in the side of a hill
just like rabbits, we're as mad as rabbits
and we can break all the bad habits
and have nothing but this
with a new sort of bliss
and the summer heat can glisten
and the winter chill can listen
as we sing to the sky
and never ask why
because you and i
are forevermore
and that's something worth writing for.
