ballad of sleep-talkers

classically poetic: you throwing your sorrows

out of the window of a moving car. you write

a to-do list in your sleep & number one

is to leave me. i turn into luggage, your

favorite t-shirt, the mixtape i made,

so you might take me with you. it’s easy:

grabbing the music inside myself and fleeing.

not looking back. darling, i think there’s a monster

behind us, but it’s alright, we’re in the train now,

and you’re listening to your favorite song. drum-

beat and guitar riff. piano and lonely woman

who sings like she’s the only one in the world.

the windows don’t open in here but we don’t

have anything we want to abandon anymore.