I feel like
writing a letter to my soul today
I would start with Dear
and end with I wish you were here
I would ask "where are you
When are you coming to me
like I come to you... You betrayed me
You took my lollipop and now I feel
so sad... don't you know when my mouth
is busy I have no time to talk or even
Where is the nearest stop sign?
the big red love affair
has to begin
and not when the loud noises
of New York City on a Saturday
I do open my eyes
I am still sleeping
but do you believe me?
I see you change like the arms of my clock
you come around and 'round
Are you waiting for me, huh
someplace else for me?
I have written you once before
or maybe thrice
and you still forget
that I am no longer
a child... I am.
I am, I am, I am!
When, did you say you were coming!?
Right when I thought you'd become one with me
you show withering signs and I have no hope
I really do end this letter with
But what does that mean exactly?
I've often wondered if they reach you too
If there is a ring of truth in my words too
just to feel like you understand me and not
you playing "pretend"
So I add the ps
and say come what may
you sit silently
riding on my tired shoulders or inside me somewhere
waiting for another letter
And here it is: