#28

You probably think I’m doing my best

But would you hate me if I left the nest?

My heart is beating right out of my chest

I’m afraid the song will end

before I hear it the best.

I could count all the stars on one hand

But it washes back as the tide covers the sand

I feel the people are ditching their plans

And heaven knows there’s no safe place to land.

Could you take that?

Go back, erase that.

Tell me there’s something I was supposed to write back there.

It feels like all I’m typing disappears in the air.

If I asked the wind, it’d say,

“There are no words there.”