late night drives
mainly circles

he's got the drugs,
but that's not what i need.

i'm nodding,
he offers me the wheel,

but i can't steer
let alone barely breathe.



& it's 100 phones ringing
with no one to answer.


two-hundred arms
with no embrace.

it's our scents combined.
it's the beauty of leaving no trace.

it's one thousand tears
with no one to wipe them away,


it's three million stars exploding

& no wishes made.


but of all these thing

nothing compares to how he makes me feel these days.