i stand at your doorstep,

and knock twice -

just how i would let you know

each time

that i was coming home

we kiss and hug our hellos,

tears streaming down our faces

'cuz god, i've been through hell.

i wish i could be there;

i'm locked in a cage

and i'm freaking the hell out

because you aren't there

i wish i had your number

'cuz i'd give you a call or two

or two hundred, either way,

i just wan't to know that you're safe

because i survived; i lived

and i don't know if you are; if you did

i miss you, dear