You live across the street from me,

The boy across the road,

On warm starry nights my feet

Want to carry me across concrete

And to your door,

On empty sunny days my hands

Want to pick dandelions and hold you

As close as I can,

On moonlit midnights my eyes

Want to watch the stars with you

Trembling and near,

On quiet mornings my ears

Want to hear your laugh and know

That I made it sound,

On lonely evenings my nose

Wants to smell that scent that’s uniquely you

And tell you, you smell like yourself,

On hollow afternoons my skin

Wants to feel you tickle me and rub circles

On my arm with your thumb.

 

You live across the street from me,

The boy across the road,

You hold my heart in your hands

No matter how far

You truly are.

And I can’t, I won’t forget you,

No matter how much the memory hurts,

To me you are tears and smiles

And home

And every hope and sorrow

In the world.