A Wasteland to Wallow In Together

When you hurt, I hurt
I wish I was there
To comfort you
To dry your eyes
To eat Chinese food at our favorite restaurant
To be nothing but a shoulder

I miss the nights when the rain was pouring down
The metropolitan streets to the brink of overflow
Me on the stoop, smoking my god-awful cigarettes
You curled up on the couch with a book or sketch pad
Some of my happiest memories are of us just being

Flea market treasures
Lamps shaped like corpulent ballerinas
Cheap shades that look expensive
Lighters as pocket knives
Merry New Year!!

One day we'll share the same zip code
And these laments will mean nothing
I am enamored by this future scenario
Exiting this neon wasteland
for a wasteland of skyscrapers
A wasteland to wallow in together

At least we can rely on each other there
No matter who comes along and promises
A dreamland
We know that it doesn't exist
And we are fine with that