Once the first flights are done, the lone birds tear back to their nests,
And you’re exhausted, but approaching home. Destroyed.
You’ll see, when perched above, some lovely words in streetlight text.
I’ll write to you, “Hey babe. I’m with you. Feel some joy.”
We cannot be close; the distance was drawn without any certainty.
Oh, if you want to fall off, I won’t stop you. Otherwise, fly to me.
But I’ve cut ties a thousand times now. I’ve withdrawn.
Screaming to myself, “It’s no use. I am gone.”
It is not clear how I survived until dawn. Salut, Vera!
So, babe, you are my choice, or alone I will be.
No way to run off, but no closer to me.
Ready to change numbers and finally move on…Salut Vera!