If you can’t sleep tonight,
know that I am not doing any better wandering in the perilous desert.
I am the water-bearer quenching the thirst of the passerby.
losing myself 600 light years away while you have my heart in a choke-hold.
If you are with another tonight,
Know that I know I am a fool for letting you play me till I’m high-strung.
I am the guitar you’ve tightly tuned again and again,
Threatening to break with every chord you strum.
If you are on the phone with me tonight,
know that every silence after your question is me suffocating.
I am the bird that died mid-flight,
flew for days without a safe place to land.
If you think of me tonight,
I’m one call away. Please don’t let me fade.