Voicemail 023

i shot down a few

stars on the drive

over and not a single one

followed me home

can you believe

the wind's so high

tonight

whistling those show tunes

you love

think i'll

park in the grass

sleep at the wheel

you know i can't

come into the house

when it's this dark

it's not a house anymore

is it

it's just the shape of one

and if i open that shadow

you call a door

the dream will run out

i'll have to decide

once and for all

why i keep leaving

leaving you all

alone

Artwork by @yin__0909 on IG.