I spend days building the ways I will make,

Make, these things for you, for you to love,

It’s my way of showing you that I do so,

In bits of honey, turned to caramel,

In meal sized foods made to be,

A lunch for you…

And I want to write your name on the bag,

And fear that someone will see,

See me, placing it for you,

So… well… I don’t,

Fuck, you don’t know…

Or if you do, you can’t,

Let that go.

And this builds frustration me in,

Knowing that you can be…

Everything to me,

Little bits of caramelized pieces,

Crusted into the everyday life of us,

Which can be what we need it to be,

In those little bits,

And here we are,

Out in the far patches of longing winds,

Embracing the trees above,

Wishing that we could be,

Alone, against the other,

Blazing like the clouds at sunrise,

Open and aware of the coming day,

And the coming day, in reality,

Leaves me here in the dark,

And you, living your everyday.