Don't give up.
You can't hear a plane in the sky here, like you can where I'm from. You don't hear the crickets or the gentle passing of a lone rider in a car on the road late at night. Here your ears are filled with taxi cab horns and drunken hollers. I'm so far away from those arms that hang around me so limply. When all I want to do is bang on those ribs of yours and find the love that used to be buried deep in your chest. So I spend my nights waiting for calls that never come. I get on planes and fly over places i'll never know just to look for the flicker in your eye that has now gone out. When the flame started from that spark across the table littered with ash and beer cans I choked for the fear of the love I thought would be mine. But the light and warmth has been snuffed out from too many nights spent alone and forgotten before it even had the chance to blaze.