I don't want to die.
My heart, on the other sleeve,
gets rather excited by the idea.
jumping like a goddamned gazelle
just at the thought.
Like he's in a hurry to the finish line,
it's of no concern to him
whether we ran the race or not.
He just wants to go home.

I get that.
I'd love to join him,
I just think we have very different ideas
of where home is.

For me it's a place I've never been,
or a fond memory I can't quite recall.
For him, well I guess it depends,
for one half it's with her,
for the other its in the dirt.