When the rocks on the road stub your toe and make you weep.
And remember sometimes to sit and wait for the girl to catch up
Because you don’t want to be all alone when you wake up
And the girl doesn’t rush like you rush when you’re going
A mad whirlwind whose aim’s just to keep growing—
She can wait…she can wait…she can wait.
Watch the sun set for once—it’s ok to be late.”
“my path is not yours, you said
but you have me nonetheless”
“we swore we could live
with the rich nostalgia of unlikelihood
this would suffice for our expired chance at cohesion
this is what we proclaimed
with all of the hesitancy we could possibly ignore”
“Ever notice that the best place to think things through is in the in-between spots? All those places that lead somewhere but don’t plant you quite at an arrival. Doorways. Steps. Ocean coves. Airplanes. Bridges.”