this is for H

still waiting for the day you drive by my house in your rusty little bright red-now-orange Ford mustang and I'll be on the porch sifting through a chipped ashtray, maybe looking for gold. You'll honk the horn that barely still works and you'll take me to (a far away place) for a little while (forever). we can be roomates, you'll find me a place right? we can share a bed right? we can share a life? maybe we can explore each other and spend nights with vodka shooters and empty guns? split a cigarette with me even if you don't smoke? touch me and I'll touch you? 4 days is an entire life. get me out of here. take me home.