beyond the sea

my architect and his song

You build things with your hands. Like the house you and your father are building together. And the willow tree you had to cut down because of your obnoxious neighbour’s garage.

I hummed songs to myself and skipped over stones. I laughed more than I have in years. I wondered what had happened to my little self. You twirled me around lamposts and held my waist up as I reached to kiss you.

Your eyes are sad and I know you aren’t used to feeling excited like this. Take a deep sip of it and swallow it whole. I make you feel like a man on a horse and you make me feel like your little songbird.