On the terrace of a building that’s not your home someone writes your name on a wall. They do not know you and neither do you.
Right now you’re lying on the kitchen floor, it’s the morning after you fell in love and I know none of what I write will reach you on time.
Remember we can only beat one heart in this life. So when they give you theirs, wrapped in a cloth the color of forgiveness, remember to choose your own.
Dawn breaks every day inside of you and it hurts, it really hurts.
But hope has never left you. Even after they come and go after they treat your body like a revolving door. There’s something they’ll never take from you. Something, you’ll know to never give.
Someone writes your name on every wall they find, and I hope one day you make your way to them.
Something both of us deserved, Alaska Gold.
