meet me in the in-between
stop -
just listen
I know it sounds like I’m saying nothing but please God just listen to what I say
there is this thing inside of me that pushes me backwards and sometimes,
most times I can’t even pray with my eyes closed
so meet me in the in-between where I can keep my eyes open and not see the awful red light or that terrible stinging -- but I won’t tell you why.
you will write it off from my forwardness. what I mean by that is when I drive and push the windows down and say i love this song you forget that I am still someone who shutters at the way the wind stings me.
so meet me in the in-between
so I may tie the string between me and me
the gray will stay,
I’m sorry. I don’t even like my favorite shirt anymore.