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i wish a was a photograph
tucked into the corners of your wallet.
i wish i was a photograph
you carried like a future in your pocket.
i was i was that face you show to strangers
when they ask you where you come from.
i wish i was that someone that you come from
every time you get there,
and when you get there,
i wish i was that someone who got phone calls
and postcards saying
"wish you were here".
i wish you were here.
autumn is the hardest season.
the leaves are all falling
and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground,
and the trees are naked and lonely.
i keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring,
but you can't tell trees those things.
they're like me; they just stand there
and don't listen.
i wish you were here.
i've been missing you like crazy.
i've been hazy-eyed,
staring at the bottom of my glass again,
thinking of that time when it was so full.
it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine
or sticking straws into the center of the sun
and sipping like icarus would forever kiss
the bullets from our guns.
"i never meant to fire, you know."
i know you never meant to fire, lover.
i know we never meant to hurt each other.
now the sky clicks from black to blue,
and dusk looks like a bruise.
i've been wrapping one night stands
around my body like wedding bands,
but none of them fit in the morning.
they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door
and all that lingers is the scent of you.
i once swore if i threw that scent into a wishing well,
all the wishes in the world would come true.
do you remember?
do you remember the night i told you
i'd never seen anything more perfect than
snow falling in the glow of a street light?
electricity bowing to nature,
mind bowing to heartbeat,
"this is gonna hurt" bowing to "i love you".
i still love you like moons love the planets they circle around,
like children love recess bells.
i still hear the sound of you
and think of playgrounds
where outcasts who stutter
beneath braces and bruises and acne
are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies
are never gonna grow up to be happy.
i think of happy when i think of you.
so wherever you are, i hope you're happy.
i really do.
i hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight.
i hope you finally found a way to quit smoking.
i hope your lungs are open and breathing your life.
i hope there's a kite in your hand
that's flying all the way up to orion
and you've still got a thousand yards of string to let out.
i hope you're smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth.
cause i might be naked and lonely,
shaking branches for bones,
but i'm still time zones away
from who i was the day before we met.
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat.
and i wish you were here.
i wish you'd never left.
but mostly i wish you well.
i wish you my very, very best.
photograph, andrea gibson
tucked into the corners of your wallet.
i wish i was a photograph
you carried like a future in your pocket.
i was i was that face you show to strangers
when they ask you where you come from.
i wish i was that someone that you come from
every time you get there,
and when you get there,
i wish i was that someone who got phone calls
and postcards saying
"wish you were here".
i wish you were here.
autumn is the hardest season.
the leaves are all falling
and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground,
and the trees are naked and lonely.
i keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring,
but you can't tell trees those things.
they're like me; they just stand there
and don't listen.
i wish you were here.
i've been missing you like crazy.
i've been hazy-eyed,
staring at the bottom of my glass again,
thinking of that time when it was so full.
it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine
or sticking straws into the center of the sun
and sipping like icarus would forever kiss
the bullets from our guns.
"i never meant to fire, you know."
i know you never meant to fire, lover.
i know we never meant to hurt each other.
now the sky clicks from black to blue,
and dusk looks like a bruise.
i've been wrapping one night stands
around my body like wedding bands,
but none of them fit in the morning.
they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door
and all that lingers is the scent of you.
i once swore if i threw that scent into a wishing well,
all the wishes in the world would come true.
do you remember?
do you remember the night i told you
i'd never seen anything more perfect than
snow falling in the glow of a street light?
electricity bowing to nature,
mind bowing to heartbeat,
"this is gonna hurt" bowing to "i love you".
i still love you like moons love the planets they circle around,
like children love recess bells.
i still hear the sound of you
and think of playgrounds
where outcasts who stutter
beneath braces and bruises and acne
are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies
are never gonna grow up to be happy.
i think of happy when i think of you.
so wherever you are, i hope you're happy.
i really do.
i hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight.
i hope you finally found a way to quit smoking.
i hope your lungs are open and breathing your life.
i hope there's a kite in your hand
that's flying all the way up to orion
and you've still got a thousand yards of string to let out.
i hope you're smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth.
cause i might be naked and lonely,
shaking branches for bones,
but i'm still time zones away
from who i was the day before we met.
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat.
and i wish you were here.
i wish you'd never left.
but mostly i wish you well.
i wish you my very, very best.
photograph, andrea gibson