We Know of Normal Life

You are just

Like 

Me

In the burnt-out

Daydreamer lost on

All these mountain roads

Heading home but home

Is the other 

Direction

Kind of way

And life is an 

Album cover with our

Headphones on

Side-profile in the

Growing chill

Turn the volume up

Take the loss of feeling

In your toes

As a sign of the weather

Finger guns and

Oddly concocted 

Drinks on the carpet

Sit knee to knee

Ask you all the questions

But the one I’ve been

Meaning to ask

I am just

Like

You

In the quietly

Exhausted but 

Still content somehow

Fidget with the fringe

Of my sleeve and

Smile

Kind of way

We don’t talk

I forget to exist

In other spheres

Of a normal life

Yet I take pieces of

You everywhere with me

And you are never far 

Away in space

Except when you are

Driving to you at

2am is out of the picture

Even though we’re

Both awake we

Know

The way we feel the cold

In our aching bones

That it’s too 

Much

To ask