yes, it’s true, you could say

i’m afraid when i can’t see the way.

but i’ve now sat and walked and played.

every step a perfect placement of

energy

in the playground for adults called

San Francisco.

and

while i ate my sunsets

and chewed on failed attempts of cigarettes

all the while it came back to what i already knew

that love really is all there is.

and there’s the sand and the wind and the ocean

and breathing.

music, baby, the fucking music.

it took trails and a blood blister

to make my way home

and one thing i learned;

without you it would still go on, but

it wouldn’t be the same.

and i will wake up every morning

knowing that what i’m lacking

is your face on my pillow

with a lazy eye and a hunchback yawn.

and we will grin for days and days

don’t you think so?