You'll feel different in the morning.

I used to want something. 

To feel a part of something, inside of some pulsing. 

Or to make or do something, so as not to take up space and then die. 

And now, when I think of what I want, it is a yellow dress and the sun.

It is standing outside our house, shielding my eyes and watching you pull in the driveway. 

It is exactly what I avoided. 

oh my oh no

oh my oh no

And I know all the things I want it to be about but I don’t know how to do it.