Danielle Ate the Sandwich Follow

in the bathroom she is combing her hair, and spraying perfume she hopes he'll respond to,
in the bedroom she's trying on dresses she bought just in case another man ever came along, and i am stuck swimming through thoughts, thinking of you and i know i should not be, and la di da di dum another day wasted on you, in your front yard he's teaching his son to play all the games that his father never taught him too, and at the stoplight he's shacking fists, and mouthing words that are bolder behind car doors, i am caught coughing up colors, and forming your features in a daydream so i can see you, la di da di dum another day wasted on you, at the graveyard he's tracing carvings of headstone markings of someone he once loved, and she is leaving fake plastic flowers, a lovely arrangement of carnation sentiments, i am cursed curling your words around through my fingers as if they were tangible, la di da di dum another day wasted on you, and so she's human, i'm just human, and we will form pointless obsessions, and we are photosynthesizing, turning unreal expectations into energy, in the night time i am tossing and turning, watching every wind blowing through the curtains, in my apartment no creature is stirring or humming or purring of again more or frigid air, i am shutting my eyes and hoping that when i wake up you'll be back from your camping trip