and Death Cab makes me
melancholic
because I started listening
to the lyrics and they all
make me think of
you.
and Ben tries to tell me about
the comfort in the sound
but I am not hearing it
and Philipp is shouting
again in German
and I don't think
they like me
or maybe they just
don't know what to do
either
and I hate my poems
they used to be good
and now the language
is so plain
and I lost my words
and I want to write you
your letters
but I have no place to
send them
come home to me
sand and sandfleas
collect my tears in your hands
delivered on the wind
I am envying your
sixteen hour days
at least you don't have
the time to dwell
I think
and I am lonely
and I am sick
but only for the love
of you
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Until I know my house address, this will suffice:
Jessie Allison
c/o Fellow Mortals, Inc.
W4632 Palmer Road
Lake Geneva, Wisconsin 53147
And you are right, although they have turned out to be 10 instead of 16 hours, they do keep my mind too busy to dwell.
Until night comes
because
in the night
I am alone, and
in the night
I have no company, and
in the night
no one takes care of my fever, and
in the night
I miss you just as much.
I need an address too my dear.
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