You Found Me

You Found Me - Oatman, AR

125 degrees, I saw the temperature on my phone, I was sweating my ass off. Not being dramatic for poetry sake - it was that hot out and my key fob melted in my hand. But man oh man, I love nothing more than walking around in a ghost town in the desert.

Don’t wanna pack

But I know I gotta go.

Forgive me this morning 

Everything's moving slow.

125 degrees

Needles, Arizona.

Stuck to the passenger seat

Melted straight into the keys.

Wake me up

When I can stare back at the Milky Way

Clear as can be. 

I lost myself in you

But I am finding my way back.

With every constellation

 I trace with my finger in the sky.

Snuggled in the in between

Of the window and my seat.

Singing to our favorite songs

Lost in back roads

To celebratory goblets of wine

To nights where the silence hits

To the morning tea helping me breathe 

Everything is intertwined.