Tomorrow I’m coming back,
because even I know,
being gone this long
has forced the sky speak up.
Words come from our single source,
when I finally looked up
I saw her waiting there for me.
And I swear she swore,
she hasn’t been able to sleep
for years now, and even I knew
her tired condition was my fault.
The second we touched,
it recharge that playlist of hers
causing sparks to discharge
from words in songs.
Our initial agreement worked,
up until it didn’t because
we couldn’t stand
being gone for so long.
She was supposed to get some rest
simply close her eyes
like she used to when we slept together.
Today, the need has grown in her
and whenever the skies begin to turn
she opens up about
being tired of waiting for me.
She wants that downpour
to help put her to sleep.
She’s tried for years now,
to ignore both needs and wants
the price has been too high to pay
in order to break all her promises
so she’s kept quiet, until now.
Eyes can never be filled enough
to simply move on,
and even I don’t mind admitting
it’s been my fault
needing her in all my words.
Time has been the key to all of this,
her words touch me in a certain way
that not even those around me
can understand why I’d need her.
Clearly, she stares just long enough
making sure I’m coming back
with my same feverish lust for her.
When we mix and entwine together
her eyes can finally close
long enough to actually dream
it’s all she’s ever truly wanted,
while waiting for me.