I was prepared to spend the rest of my life

With the dire need to board the next departing flight;

Skin practically crawling with the need to escape-

You are just a poem.
I wrote you into existence;
You are a figment of my imagination
On a price of parchment.
I gave you life,
And somewhere within the creative process, I gave you the power to deprive me of mine.

1. I could fill the distance between us

By laying out every word I’ve ever wasted on you

Side-to-side across the nearest national highway.

I remember when I used to show you pictures of deprived girls,

With ribs that protruded like the fingers of a rake

And you’d give me this dumb look and say things like,

There is no place quite so comforting

As a music man’s bed,

Or an airport late at night;

And when I think of home,

I think of those places