The Classifieds

We're looking for each other
like apartments in a city overflowing,
like pigeons look for ledges
to ensure they don't lose their wings.

Maybe I'm looking for a story
where a city of lights fills with fireflies
or just warmth in the middle of winter
words of kindness from a stranger's eyes.

We're fumbling through familiar passes
awoken only by coffee and primal vows.
We might try to be gentler
but we'll only bite ourselves.

I'm working on an escape or two
far into the country away from you
and if I should ever succeed
I'd hope you'd follow me.