Photograph by Andrea Gibson

by Andrea Gibson

I wish I was a photograph

tucked into the corners of your wallet

I wish I was a photograph

you carried like a future in your back pocket

I wish I was that face you show to strangers

when they ask you where you come from

I wish I was that someone that you come from

every time you get there

And when you get there

I wish I was that someone who got phone calls

And postcards saying

Wish you were here

I wish you were here

Autumn is the hardest season

The leaves are all falling

And they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground

And the trees are naked and lonely

I keep trying to tell them

New leaves will come around in the spring

But you can’t tell trees those things

They’re like me they just stand there

And don’t listen

I wish you were here

I’ve been missing you like crazy

I’ve been hazy eyed

Staring at the bottom of my glass again

Thinking of that time when it was so full

It was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine

Or sticking straws into the center of the sun

And sipping like icarus would forever kiss

The bullets from our guns

I never meant to fire you know

I know you never meant to fire lover

I know we never meant to hurt each other

Now the sky clicks from black to blue

And dusk looks like a bruise

I’ve been wrapping one night stands

Around my body like wedding bands

But none of them fit in the morning

They just slip off my fingers and slip out the door

And all that lingers is the scent of you

I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well

All the wishes in the world would come true

Do you remember

Do you remember the night I told you

I’ve never seen anything more perfect than

Than snow falling in the glow of a street light

Electricity bowing to nature

Mind bowing to heartbeat

This is gonna hurt bowing to I love you

I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around

Like children love recess bells

I still hear the sound of you

And think of playgrounds

Where outcasts who stutter

Beneath braces and bruises and acne

Finally learning that their rich handsome bullies

Are never gonna grow up to be happy

I think of happy when I think of you

So wherever you are I hope you’re happy

I really do

I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight

I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking

I hope your lungs are open and breathing this life

I hope there’s a kite in your hand

That’s flying all the way up to orion

And you still got a thousand yards of string to let out

I hope you’re smiling

Like God is pulling at the corners of your mouth

‘Cause I might be naked and lonely

Shaking branches for bones

But I’m still time zones away

From who I was the day before we met

You were the first mile

Where my heart broke a sweat

And I wish you were here

I wish you’d never left

But mostly I wish you well

I wish you my very very best

by Andrea Gibson

Trees Underneath
Trees Underneath Photo by JRLZN

Photo by JRLZN


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