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.