FBP

I won't be there when
you get home today.
I hope you don't mind
my being late.

Sun pooled in the train,
you were filled with grace,
I could not have asked
for better days.

In my lonesome now,
I still get around,
but this winter has
certainly depleted me.

(Let me get it!) (Remember when you were at the playground, I showed you the picture of you in the dungeon?) (Yes, I want to see it!)

In the street again,
watching cars hurdle over the bridge;
I could feel him, not too far.
His love is gone and left me starved.

You were on the couch,
I was dying down.
You told me not to have
my meaner dreams tonight.

I saw something else
in the bathroom then,
like the whole world had gone
and burst wide open at once.

(And in my dream in the sky there are trees, (he likes me)
Because we're in Disneyland and I love you, (but even you drink blood)
In the monster's house there are sharp teeth that will eat you (all of your people))
(You are an angel)