See The Bar

if i tried not to laugh
would my illness clear the way
i could pilot an out
these red letter days
cut and paste all this tension
between the ringing phone
screaming into a dead wire:
'please come home to me
don't find a clever way to say goodbye
leaving's a waste of time
hiding behind a front
because i'm nothing without you
we could be rich in laughter
and the silence from keeping up'
what else could keep us tight
if not our emnpty hands
and endless waiting
we could set the bar
be the first
to feel defeat, not defeated
'as long as you're here
i'm fine to find
and not feel so lost inside'