E.T.

you said

you were coming home

is it nice

up there

in your paper mâché

rocket ship?

i bet the world

looks so small,

i bet the stars

illume your dreams

and galaxies take

your breath away,

i bet you’re

light years away

sleeping sound

in the moon dust

is it nice

up there?

you said

you were coming home 

but now

i’ve realized

your home

isn't here.