the sun was shining upon the vast expanse of land
the birds went on
chirping, the phone rang
i did not pick it up

by myself in my home
empty parking lots stare back and laugh 'cause
they know they are less lonely

I let the machine answer the phone
you said, "call me."
hung up so suddenly as if you knew
I was searching for the phone

in clothing three days too old
reaking of orange juice and stale cigarettes
empty parking lots stare back and laugh

in a miracle that is love, i am
lost

i haven't shaved nor showered since that day
sat alone staring at ticket stubs and
pressed flowers I had saved.
I picked flowers again that day

I sleep in late, hoping you will have called by the time I awake.

and you will probably see me on the street
soon as the landlord realizes that the last two months rent hasn't come

empty parking lots state back and laugh
take a picture, it will last longer than me...




(disclaimer: i think i wrote this when i was 16. don't judge)