freedom

Im going to write this poem 

its to be read just as its wrote 

what is said is what is meant 

my body is stretched across the edge 

of a balcony 

this part of the world is asleep 

im far from home

thoughts that havent come to me in years 

fill me now 

the rain is falling 

I cant breathe enough of the smell 

I let my toes out 

then the rest of my legs 

i slowly soak myself 

I wonder why you come to my mind now 

when youve been gone for so long 

this is freedom if i had to guess 

I wonder where i would be if insead 

I was sleeping 

it feels like a dream now 

I thank god its a memory