Leaving the lonesome city lights and parking lots behind,
You and I were the remaining loyalty of the deserted roads.
And as I sat there in the passenger seat, talking about the strangest things,
I felt too complex for anyone to understand, for anyone to love.
But you listened to me ramble anyway, and you made me feel at home.
The speakers were singing their symphonic explosions,
That had managed to capture this world and it's beauty.
And the melodies seeped out onto cracked pavement,
The movements were evaporated into the warm summer air
And floated above us as molecules of a masterpiece.
The river was flowing calmly underneath the bridge.
While the bullfrogs were composing their own overtures.
You and I listened intently, laying there in the center of the street.
The world still spinning, and the show of stars twinkling,
My head resting on your chest with your arm wrapped around me.
Sometimes I swear, that these moments are all I need,
To keep me from falling, to remember to breathe.
Your fingers tracing the curvature of my spine,
While the heat radiated from your body and traveled next to mine.
I have never felt so whole, as i did in that moment in time.
Your thin torso, your gentle hands, your mind so intricate, so coy.
You are such a beautiful boy.
Please believe that this game of touch and taste won't ever be the same.
And I know that Naomi is dead, the story has reached it's end.
But what about the boy?
Please don't let him wander alone forever.
Allow him a pitiful paragraph of some sort of rapture.
Oh cruel author, give him at least a beautiful sunset.
Because everyone deserves a state of endless night.
Where the trees are protection from the public's prying eyes and the piercing headlights,
Where your conversations carry through only understanding ears and the warm breeze.
And you can lean into a starlit face, because your hands have ceased to shake.
And you can refuse to feel awkward,
Because you've finally found your place.
Please know that I would've lied there with you,
On that lonely bridge until the sun had risen,
If it had been the choice I was given.


Ending note: No matter how disheartened, disheveled, broken down, or dysfunctional you are, remember, that you always have a purpose. Someone will always need you.