September sun – it’s a beautiful day
I cheapen it with boldness
When I say to the sky:
“Today would work
It’s a good afternoon for some surprise
The joyful kind, the end of a story
The beginning of a life
It’d be a good day for that”
A brave ask to some vague deity
When I’ve never shown any piety
They say hope is what drowns you
So I keep testing if that’s true
Like that little girl
Who put hairbands on the railing
And asked God to move them in the night
Looking for proof that she would be alright
The hairbands never moved
I never should have asked them to
I used to think I heard a voice
I used to think I felt a heartbeat long before the call
Too many months have passed for that
So I didn’t hear anything at all
The day passes, the sun sets
And there’s a lesson I don’t want to learn
But tomorrow I want to ask the same fucking question
How about today?
With Love,
Natalie