Thanks/ Ever Different
Change and Everything and wind and
comes along and stick out your tongue,
she stuck that way.
But the hole you fit your thumb through
belonged
in pocket,
designs don’t mean to last.
Been shooting stars with her,
joy riding and begging for wanders into insulated walls.
She was never that different
perfectly fine in fact,
set ships on their sales,
brewing wine till they’re ready to smash
and spill,
and I always felt left on the docks,
to a home that I would disown
but a ghost and you’s lot-
I love breathlessly,
never without.
Expected for finding
greater things than
great isles.
You are my door.
Always.