The Big Ship

Listening to 

certain songs reminds me of him

(which gets cumbersome, honestly),

a lot of Velvet Underground,

basically any Neutral Milk Hotel,

or Brian Eno.

Sometimes Bright Eyes.

I hope your wandering days aren't over,

dear, for I want to go places with you.

I want there to be newness,

and I want there to be you.

Let's break open the static

you seem so content with

but which strangulates me,

and we could pull down

walls and run into the sea

and stare up at

buildings and neon and stars.

Let's drive across the country,

and land ourselves on the Pacific.

Could you handle that?

Could we go? Ever?

In any capacity?

Because you seem 

so wonderful to

travel with.

Another thing for you, 

I hope you do these things

you want to,

I hope you are happy.

If there are things you want to do,

please do them- sometimes you say things

with this edge, if it is guilt or regret

I sometimes cannot distinguish.

But there is some sadness I do not

yet fathom, in you, sometimes

there is a feeling of something missing.

I can understand at least that.

I hope you go to the school in the city

to get the degree you talk about sometimes,

and you are happy there.

Do you need a change of scenery?

Of pace?

You always act content,

but I want to believe some part of you

is in need of leaving here.

Something in you needs fresh air.

So,

let's be traveling partners.

Let's get some new perspectives 

and see something brand new, together.