the sun rises, and it falls
a little like my dreams
but alike, they always find their own ways back
the last morning the sun rose
I knew it would be a long time
but my dream was coming true
I was leaving, before sunset
but my bed wasn't fully made.
I always say that by the time I realize
the sun rises
the time comes for it to set.
two hundred and sixteen sun rises
two hundred and sixteen sunsets
the sun rose again
but this time on the other side of the country
I knew that I was leaving
before sunset.
the house was empty
my heart was full
the time had come quickly
to return to the bed that wasn't fully made.