you still up?

instead of candle light
or no light
instead you get my spoken cliches
you smiled the corners of your mouth pulled down

things in reach of arms
our arms, i'm your sour
comfort
not quite right
let's be straight
told you i'm dead inside
took it back
thinking about
quietly some shit

let's go to bed?
yeah.

when you go
you'll kiss your parents
at the airport
hug your sister
flying
i'll be here, where we were
finding silky & flowing red hairs
rubbing my neck
for some time