wetting my lips are the very last drops of this very big year.
it seems to be coming to some sort of an end.
if i had it my way, it would be a beautiful evolution of cycle or wandering continuation. if i had it my way, there’d be no stumbling to the finish line
[well, maybe there’d be no finish line].
if i had it my way, we’d only ever walk. in quiet strides of quiet love. we’d walk. and you might be half a step ahead. maybe you’d always be waiting as i play catch up, skipping towards you in that dream i live, so wonderful and so right.
we’d be only inches from each other, maybe forever, if i had it my way.
and even if there is some sort of finality, we’ll never really know. it’s all just moving moving moving. a carousel constant.
[but we’d never ride the same round twice.]
[we know much better.]
this world is too big and there’s too much left to feel, still.
[even just between us.]
you know just how it would be,
if i had it my way.