I'll Wait

A paper thin sky rolls above me
the color of a dirty old dime
shot through with airplanes and telephone wires
and electric neon signs
It’s four in the morning in the city
and the red brick is shadowed to brown
and the tin cans and the footfalls and the plastic bags
make a restless hollow sound
I’ll wait when dreams don’t come easy
and the night is sleepless and long
without you I’m going crazy
I’ll wait for you to come home
Tar paper curls at the edges
on the rooftop where memories are hid
and I whisper your sweet name to the winter sun
steam rising from my lips
If I could fold the umbrella
of time that keeps us apart
I’d let the rain forever fall on my face
to be once more in your arms
I’ll wait when dreams don’t come easy
and the night is sleepless and long
without you I’m going crazy
I’ll wait for you to come home