be here now

I don't think it's enough to talk every so often
away from your face (never seeing your face)
and your voice and what I sometimes imagine
is the expression you wear when you are trying
not to show it

What I think we need is a winning lottery ticket
or a sugar daddy that isn't sugary and we must
take the money and run

Run into the fading sun with desperation on our
heels like they do in the movies, catching the
plane before it leaves and if our love was the
romantic kind then we'd wrap around each
other and kiss while people clap and cry

But we are soul mates of a different nature and I
like to think that after we conquer distance, we
would bake cookies at midnight and talk with
faces and voices while monster nips at our toes