Emily Winters                                                                                                         

Care

What would you do if I walked out and away?

If I flew out and away,

No intention buried anywhere in my heart,

No ancient papers that tell you I’ll come home.

What would you do if I ran out your door,

Slammed it in your face and never stopped running?

(I don’t think I’ve stopped running yet.)

Nothing on my skin that shakes and quivers,

Nothing in my face to tell you that I’m just joking.

What if, what if I just never stopped?

What if, what if I kept going until I burned up in the sun,

Felt the great star’s hands around my waist as it lifts me towards the clouds,

Felt the lick of Hell and the tears and fears of you as he lifts me up and up and up…

What if I got put on a cloud,

Not in Heaven,

Not in Hell,

And what if I couldn’t come back, but I could let you feel everything I felt,

If only you knew when it rained by looking up as bits and pieces of me fell into your face?

What if you missed me?

Heard your heart calling out to me,

And knew that those little hurts and little triumphs we call love were working overtime,

All because I went away.

What would you do if I flew away?