Ceques

The leaves, they fell off green into the September snow
Some faith in a midnight highway to carry me back home
When my feet touched the city, I meandered about like a ghost
Alive in my own memories, connected and completely alone

With our skeletons stretched out across the tile
And your head resting on the cadence in my chest
Knowing goddamn well another hour
Won't help me miss you any less

Cursing at my compass on a magnet's head
An all night drive to detox in the empty Southwest
There's horses on the hillside, a creek between my toes
Thinking the interstates can outrun all the things I don't care to admit to know

Some blotter and a New Mexico hotel room
To pan all of the piss out of my brain
But all the time I spent pointing my finger
Built me a mirrorless tomb where it all feels okay

My fingers grazed the ceques that stretched out across your palm
I tried to memorize your face so when the afterimage faded, you wouldn't be all gone

Autumn stole the legs
Out from under the shelter we'd made
We watched our landscape rearrange
In a separate state
Letting your echo resonate
And smother the thoughts I can't face today

Looking forward to the next goodbye that I can give you
Next to your letter and a telephone
I wish you'd love me forever
But I hope you don't.