I travelled over the ocean
sitting in the farts of others
rebreathing 30% dead air
not just to come & see you
took those needed detours first
had some time in the desert
reminded myself at graves there
just how it was back then for us
you chose the music I chose the line
touching places your mumma loved
letting the wind fly the sand the earth
right out the palm of my hand
& when I got to where you were
I left messages we were in town
& a couple of days later
after you were sure we were gone
made dipshit excuses of neglecting your phone
like I’d come to see you with no reason
had something or nothing to convey
or did you think my hands were open empty?
well now I guess your mummas dead
you get to feel really be free
though one of us is just a dumb kid
for putting in no effort
& one needs now
to just let it be