safety belt

is it fair for me to say
i miss your touch
we keep in touch
but like i said
is it fair for me to say?

my heart remembers every jump
over every hurdle of your sound waves

i had to keep on going


music is teaching me to be open minded
while i sit on worn couches
with dirt particles crawling in my space
reaching my face quite possibly
my eyes remain open
they day dream of closing
my pupils waver back and forth
like paper airplanes
just trying to land
upon the purple ground underneath my bottom lid

what keeps me?

what keeps me here? what keeps me awake? what keeps me from splashing my face with water this morning? what keeps me calling you?
what keeps me caring? what keeps me attached? what harnesses me in?
safety belts go from vertical soldiers to one-armed hugs from behind the moment they commit to click you in.

i miss your touch
the one that kept me there
and was soft enough so that i could dream inside of those arms
be free in those arms
to move.