Droner

High on a hill
Beneath the red lights
You float above me
They blink, you disappear
I’m colder now
Increase the distance
I’m thinking back on those things
I’ll never know
Parked on the rug
L.A. apartment
You watch the phone
But they never call you back
I wasn’t home
I wasn’t born yet
I only wish I was there
To cheer you on