homecoming

yeah. pretty sure this time. i'm talkin like, eighty-seven percent.

august, i'm on your side

missouri means:

nights in backyards and back decks with fireflies and old friends

early mornings by the lake with my father

harmonizing with my little sister

playing frisbee with my dog

sing-a-longs on the front porch during a humid downpour

fresh eggs from the henhouse

bike rides through the woods

home brewed promises

breathing

laughing

living

loving

leaving? 

this is the first time in four years of chicago when i wasn't ready to return there. 

i love you but i would leave town and expect you to not leave me.

i'm ready but my pockets say otherwise.

you are my favorite part of me.