It seems as if your galaxies away…and being in Arizona, you might as well be.
Out in the desert. All we have are phone calls, memories and false promises.
I take a drag off a Marlboro light, stare into a particularly starry Bronx city night.
Wonder what you are up to tonight.
‘Nothin,’ you always say.
You never have much to say.
Neither do I.
What’s the point? I get it.
I want to talk to you.
I miss you.
You’ll deny it, but I know you miss me too.
Cold and lonely desert nights don’t lie; can’t keep your secrets
You don’t have to hide. From me.
I know you. You know me.
We don’t have to lie to each other so
We both know you were never good for me, even though you were.
I needed/want you to be and right now you are
Everything I need you to be.
Everything I want you to be.
I need to hear you tell me that
You can’t wait to…
…As soon as you…
And I believe you–But
The desert is a metaphor