Porchlight

I can picture someday

when we're older and we're numb

when every wound don't weep like it's open

and you can close the door

without feeling like you're trapped

and I can speak the thing that is hurting

right now it feels like

most nights, ghosts fight, closed eyes

and everything fans a flame

tongue tied, I'm tired, I'm tired

and I am always to blame

and I try to write write, porchlight

just to give you some space

though it feels like I'm breaking

I remember meeting like we'd stared into the sun

spinning like two moths on the landing

now on a day like this

no hands, no feast, no kiss

and every look is glazed by a curtain

when things are good they're good

but we cannot overlook

how the past comes creeping in uncertain

I wish the old away, I take it back

I stay, you stay and everything keeps growing like it's learning

won't always feel like

most nights, ghosts fight, closed eyes

and everything fans a flame

tongue tied, I'm tired, I'm tired

and I am always to blame

and I try to write write, porchlight

just to give you some space

though it feels like I'm breaking