we don't see each other enough

hm. no one has posted for awhile. and my last post was embarrassingly bad. so i'm going to break the silence.

I wrote this for a friend who spent a weekend in the downtown eastside. Its about me staying at home missing said friend, and wishing and waiting for said friend to come home.

Jamison was there too. who i missed just as much. ;)

vancouver

there was tea waiting this whole time,
sitting on my kitchen counter beside the sink,
all the while i was watching the world unfold
and praying for you, come home.

there was some music playing in the background,
sitting on my coffee table beside the door,
all the while I was outside watching the rain
and hoping one sound would be your voice, come home.

there was vancouver waiting this whole time,
sitting beside both of our hometowns,
all the while i was waiting for an answer.
and praying for you, come back home.