I hope you still call me at five a.m.
when he's broken your heart and
the tears
run
pour
stream
down
your face as your reality's distorted
and the sound waves of
my voice travelling,
reaching
over oceans and seas
is the one thing that's
keeping you
holding you
up
up
up...
twenty years from now
when we have children, jobs,
real responsibilities far far away from
those summers spent in
the glowing, shimmering sun.
Softly,
softly,
softly now.
The acid will melt it all away
scrape the burnt bottom and
don't mind the scars, because
I'll be there, holding the other
handle of the bag and
licking chocolate off our fingers,
interwined...
because you know me as well as I know myself,
and I love you.