out of words

no more words

said all the words yesterday

words will come tomorrow

sitting here with my friend ayesha

got a bottle of andre

listening to george harrison’s “what is life”

wondering the same thing myself

miss a bunch of people

haven’t talked to many people

wish my life was different

wish someone would wrap their arms around me

say, “you’re the one i wanted all along”

i say, “i was just thinking the same damn thing about you”