Alaska | kellysongcollective

Alaska

I miss the cold and the snow.

I miss the sun where the moon used to go.

I miss the clothes I used to wear. I can’t catch my breath in the warm Florida air.

I put all my paint on one pallet.

My brushes they all up and broke.

I just thought that I could ask ya.

Can I come back, Alaska?

Here I am painting by this park.

Where’s McKinley? I miss the daytime dark.

My melting promise is my choice.

If I come back, I won’t raise my voice.

And if I never see your face again,

I’ll close my eyes and paint your silly grin,

and dream that I am lying in your bed

where it’s cool and dry, but this humidity instead…