Familiar passion

I wonder who answers at your old number. Some nights it’s the only one my fingers still remember. I’ve been running from the shadow you’ve made a home in. I got everything I ever wanted,  and you never did. I still miss when Paris and London were just down the road. You settled down, and…

Looking out the window at angry green skies, searching for the lake amidst the drops, I ask her, “Do you ever feel like you died and someone forgot to tell you?” Some mornings feel like promise and new beginnings. Others feel like there’s a few people—a dozen, if it’s fresh—standing around my hospital bed begging…

You left your mushroom castle for a little mystery, a little excitement. I hope you’re happy out there, with him. I swore I’d die a thousand times for you, but I just don’t feel like playing again. Why don’t you save yourself, Princess? This was never my adventure.

Here I am again, towering above you, trying to live up to the best parts of me. I said we’d have extraordinary lives, and I guess what I really learned is to speak for myself. You want to plant roots, but my mind belongs to the clouds. I’m blinded by the stars and sun and…