“Wisemen say it looks like rain today…the crackle on the speakers trickle down the sleepy subway trains…”
“…we all fall in love sometimes.”
Strings on guitars in cases fall silent so far from right here right now.
Silly smiles and bedtime stories and maybe they’ll be waiting in that long tile hallway when the plane lands.
Shiny shoes and rooms with round tables are the familiar forgotten. Microphones and the stolen moments between the words find me there again five hours two time zones and a lifetime away.
And in the moment I look away and exhale I wonder, are
you with me?
It’s a love song that whistles in between and I smile inside and breathe.