The Overflo

Proper funerals sang out on shelves big ideas reign Flags burned at half-mast banners betrayed the remnants of love Bags abandoned at baggage claim tickets feel lucky on the breeze Tears dried in napkins the last of the real ones Letters unsent, left unread, and unsent to undiscovered countries Theories left sipping spirits by the fire with honest reviews still in bloom Giving grace it's due the presence alight on the veranda with the presence of breathy pleas Please for souvenirs fully real, and fully you stamped and tracking provided The time for travel in our jeans and in our blood forgetting the times we had and the lives we live I would dream of days where I could leave Change my name, and dye my hair Forget the sins that we commit, and the time we wasted that is long but gone Humorous bones jab the runway lights as they span the horizons Exciting the soul gripping the future Forfeiting the whole.