jungle gym
June Henry
Our bodies are just concrete walls
Encasing swimming pools and shopping malls
And all that's left to do is wish for warmth
I wonder if you're missing me
If I show up in your late-night dreams
If you really love the girl that you call yours
Worried that I'll never dream again
Worried you won't want to be my friend
Seems like everything I know is coming to an end
And all I can do is cry into my hands