Impulses

Dog-tired in August
Left two twins
Bitter on the concourse

Bright light and heat
Bounced off your glasses
Trauma spent on a life’s worth of mistakes

I’d rather peel my eyes open with a can-opener of perpetuated trauma
All I have is you and that is ok
Because no one likes to be alone
Here in this realm of sin we are just impulses

They run through my head and tell me
That I am just flesh and blood
They run through my head and tell me
That I am just bone and dream

Flesh and blood, bone and dream
Of a time when we were safe
I can hear your voice but I can’t see you
I can hear your words but I cannot embrace you here
And all my apologies mean nothing when I can’t be there

Dream of a time when we were safe
Make it our home, wish for that day