I’d ask you to come to me

Like a sudden summer breeze,

Like ocean tides

Going back to the sea.

There would be no need to pack,

For whatever you think you lack,

I’ve seen your footprints,

And we’d need only to track.

I still have your favorite things.

Sewed together the battered ones with strings

Of old gold and new.

Everything is how you left it last Spring.

And if you decided today,

You’d flip my world like a page

Lost in the wind

And I’d follow it all the way

To the coastline

Where we would spend all of time

Like a hundred dollar bill

Picked up mid-stride.

I’d ask you to come to me.

I’d ask you to sing

The song of my heartbeat,

But what question that brings.