Dear You

Dear You,

I worry about you and the thoughts in your head
Thinking about you is an old war wound and it stirs me from bed
The sheets churn around me and the pillow spurns my weary head

I know you don't believe it but I still think of you
Sometimes in passing when I glance in the mirror
Thinking I could reach through the strange reflexive surface
And touch you if you were looking in too

Our younger lives were fraught with violent night skies
Rolling tanks of girlflesh and bottle-rocket fantasies
Our eyes burned bright in the cold, feverish and knowing
I would have gladly followed you
But another path was chosen

I had to follow, I hadn't the time to turn back
Hoping in time you might pull down and read the stars
And know that someday I would come back
The sign I left written in tears I hadn't yet cried
But I suppose you can't know what you haven't been told

I hope it calms your heart to know that
Love has been good to me
But you should also know that you can still smile my thunder away
And when I'm upset and alone
Sometimes I think of you and know you helped me
Find my home

Yours fortrue,

Me