Cleo

Somewehre behind my mind
You were a whisper inside
Trying to find
Something hidden behind
A thin set of ribs
Like a cage from my spine
What’s this strange thing I’m feeling
…mulling over?
Our hearts grew in the east
But here we are
In San Fransico
Wish your plane didn’t leave tomorrow
Will I see you when I get back home?
Oh, Cleo…