two only

it's like going home
or maybe more like
letting home back into my own
flat, desert-like soul
full of los angeles
swealtering heat
and no clean water to drink--
but just think,
what if i didn't leave?
oh, boy!
i'd be
crawling on my hands and knees
across a city that holds a mirror to every face,
the cleanest glass you've ever seen,
but i could never see myself anyways
no no no
that reflection wasn't me.
because she,
she just wanted to start living,
feel the spin from her feet twirling
effortless on a dance floor
with her pretty face laughing,
going round and round
to the sweet, familiar sound
of music she never heard before she was lonely,
music found in the hearts of two, and two only.

-kayla