I've waited for a while now,

But while watching the moon somehow,

I feel and breathe in your air.

Even if its poison,

Like the clouds that trail,

The car you drive home.

To someone, I don't know,

To something that's lasting in value,

To someplace unreal,

To somewhere I can't find you,

But I can hear you there,

Like a knock on the door,

I can never answer.

Because unlike you,

I live where I grew up,

With my vices

And with a few simple choices,

That could change the patterns

Of my dreams and my ambitions.

To the car by my window,

To the pottery I piled on,

To the silent conundrums,

That plague the looming void between our breaths,

I can hear you sing to me,

"Come find me on the moon

While the world splits in two

Right beneath our feet

Heavy hearts and heavy beats."