if i tried not to laugh       would my illness clear the way       i could pilot an out       these red letter days       cut and paste all this tension       between the ringing phone       screaming into a dead wire:       'please come home to me       don't find a clever way to say goodbye       leaving's a waste of time       hiding behind a front       because i'm nothing without you       we could be rich in laughter       and the silence from keeping up'       what else could keep us tight       if not our emnpty hands       and endless waiting       we could set the bar       be the first       to feel defeat, not defeated       'as long as you're here       i'm fine to find       and not feel so lost inside'