I just want to shop in the grocery store one more time
Looking for yeast, with you
Somewhere in the breath of the silence where someone wants to say “I love you” and doesn’t
That’s where I am, waiting on a sign, wishing on a star
But most people who do that spend their sorry lives hoping
I wish, I say to the star, “I wish you’d want me in your pocket”
What happened to the girl who wanted me in her pocket?
Do you think of me, do you imagine me on the street, just out of reach?
I do
I’m always confessing things aren’t I
I couldn’t begin to pick up the pieces
So on my bedside, I lit a candle, this candle you gave me
I just need an answer
Will she die here? In me?
Is there something left to wait for?
Something to look to, something to watch over me and keep the darkness away
I watched it until I fell asleep
Hoping to know the answer by morning
E. Falter 7/2/25