You.

You're a butterfly in a child's hands

you're a firefly dancing on stardust

you're a secret whispered into tin cans

you're a memory over warm coffee

of a cold day in fall.


You are a tan coat

you're the color red

you're an explosion in the sky

you're the Madonna, thumb out, hitchhiking.


You're a windowsill

you're a silhouette

you're split ends

you're bleach damaged roots

you're a plate of nachos

you're a coffee table conquered by cats

you're a drunken painting

lost to time.


You're a tunnel

you're a gate

you're so popular

you're a nightmare

you're a red wine hangover

you're rose colored glasses

you're my best friend

you're my worst enemy

you're art alive kinetic

a contortionist riding on a gymnast

you're an afterthought

you're a wet dream.


Tonight its you
you you you
and from the future of
your past I'm
wishing you well,


having a great summer -

wish you were

here.