Melinda

I know I'm tied to you

and you are tied to me

because when I fall alseep

I see you in my dreams.

The men, they trail behind us,

as we whisper and we share

the truama we encounter

of those for whom we care.

No one else I know

could ever talk to me

about these darker aspects

of humanity.

Sometimes we have fun

like jumping off a cliff

but mostly we just talk

our words float above our heads

quietly, they drift.

I miss you I miss you

In my head I scream

"Please come home"

but where I live

isn't home to you anymore

it seems.