Lost in Orange | Page 56

fests  and  jack  daniels  from   the  bottle,  they  couldn’t   compare  to  the  honey  waiting   at  the  right  moment     he  was  sweet  nectar  in  the     air,  all  fears  subsided  in  the   dark,  knew  just  the  right   words  to  clean  out  the  grease     clogging  up  the  water  in  me     but  time  erodes  everything     i  flew  north  shortly  after,   dipped  my  heart  in  the  snow   and  let  the  next  guy  warm  it  up,   let  him  drip  acid  into  it  from  his   tears,  let  him  embed  his  scent   into  my  nostrils  so  when  i   left,  he  could  come  with  me     he  just  got  stuck  in  the  air     so  i  got  lost  in  the  west,   grabbed  for  whatever  felt   like  freedom,  but  that  side   of  the  world  was  closed     i  still  dream  of  him  on  the   cloudless  nights,  like  my  father,   i  couldn’t  understand  what  it   meant  to  hold  onto  someone,     i’m  still  unsure  if  i  do,   but  i  have  yet  to  let  go  of  that     56