There you are in the distance
like a star out my window at two am
when I can’t sleep
and I wonder how you’d feel up close
I’d like to explore your world
because so far, this world has offered me
nothing but pollution and poverty.
I’d like to wander the streets of your palm,
bask in the headlights of traffic-trapped cars.
There are mountains running like water
down your back and I’d like to drag my finger
tips along them, feel the ice caps fall away
so you wouldn’t shiver so much
so you wouldn’t be so cold anymore.
But I’m learning to accept that two am doesn’t last for
ever, that the sun comes eventually
to light up this city into a silhouette of homeless people
and angry cab drivers with their loud horns.
That’s when you recede into the distance
and don’t you know that your silence kills me?
It screams, I don’t exist to you.