running away

drinking a spritz (or two)
in a little Italian cafe

munching on some
pizza margherita

i'm thinking of you

dancing to music (i dont
understand) in a Barcelona club

the strobe lights make me
feel like i'm not human

life is only real with you.


i thought i could run away
from you if i traveled here

but it seems as if you have
fled with me

and even foreign places
contain your familiar memory.