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Kate Jayne: Music

Northeast

(Kate Jayne)
April 21, 2009
two hours northeast of boston
the summer night is too hot to sleep
all the world is softly resting and you're three thousand miles away
so ghosts are all the company I keep

out behind the flicker of the fireflies
my first dog is buried in the ground
inside my echo chamber focus there are thoughts screaming out
bloody murder but they never make a sound

lately I've been dreaming that I kiss you
I wake with my heart pounding like a drum
because I play for more than money
I put my heart on the line
I've bet all I have before the game's begun

here I swim in the lake of my childhood
pushing slow lazy strokes through memories
some I can hardly remember but feel heavy in my bones
like a hand or a hip held blatantly from reach

lately I've been wishing I was with you
nervous as someone living on the run
because the longer that the days grow
you slip more and more away
the knots that tied us together coming undone