carpenter

of the most impossible things there is impossible news.

and all of this shall pass and it will all be over within a reasonable time

until then, the impossibility of forgetting and remembering and wondering

if it was all the right thing to do.

and yet there is a bluebird in my heart waiting for a carpenter to build a birdhouse in an oak tree.

until then, i will sing you songs that make you think of all that you've ever wanted anyway.

until then, i will envy all of those other promises that almost sound like they are for me.

and i will hope that you are a carpenter who lives by an oak tree just waiting for me to perch on your branch.

and i hope that you will give me wings.