I think the scariest thing about this is
if I called you one day without warning, out of the blue something tells me you would answer then
Because you know I wouldn’t call otherwise What kind of connection is that? Two strangers holding onto a long lost ghost of what was there once
I want nothing more than to call you in this moment and ask about your day see how you’ve been doing lately
When I dissociate, it calls to mind how you’ll never see these streets You’ll never know the feeling of New York creeping onto your skin, slowly sinking in, never to let you go because no place is like this place, and this place will always be without you.
But maybe one day, when I’m walking my inner child out the door we can meet like two awkward strangers whose dogs get along a little too well barking and yapping and nipping at each other
We hold onto the leashes of the children inside who loved each other once Who hurt each other once, so badly but still we meet to let them play, just for a little while.
