In some other world

In some other world

We're all growing old together

We were there when we all turned 21

Just like we were there when we turned 16

We watch clouds on blankets

As the wind rushes against our cheeks

And "how have you been?" has no meaning

None of us have learned what it means to live in the cold

and changes come in increments

as they should

No one asks what we will do

And we all know everything can be worked out

We carve deeper and deeper infinities inside each other's hearts

and no one can say that a gesture is her own

Yes, in some other world

I've been there often

in smiles and touches and understanding

But today I wonder

If in that other world 16 or 21 really had any meaning

If maybe our desperation, our dreams of separation

Carved the first nicks into which

the stream of our understanding has flowed

in that other world

Could I write poetry

Or taste coffee

Or feel so sad and alone and connected in suburbia

Under blue skies and palm trees on a winter's day?

Goodbye other world

remain in my heart

but today I wake up among paper bags

and plastic and strangers and a million good byes

and a million hellos

But today I will laugh and cry and taste and see

Because I know, deep in my heart, here,

and in some other world,

we're all growing old together