Radio Poem by Maya Hanson

Each time you leave I'm dressed in mirrors
I steal the energy you take with you
from doorbells and bluebirds and midnight decisions
and every time I find myself needing you
(it shouldn't surprise me after so long) ,
I'm suddenly charged with all the robberies.

It's a mantra I can't help but mutter even asleep,
each time you leave I'm shot with silence,
chasing cars like they hold pieces of your electric
You can't tell me what to be anymore but
still I'm sprinting, don't close that gate

Sometimes it's just a turn sideways and you're in control,
my hands clasped tight and reflection in the rearview
I've always preferred the street to the sidewalk.

With a tank almost full and a straight shot skyline
this worn-down road has never been so beautiful
My heart is a golden, its head out the window,
simple and breathtaking in its pure happiness,
all I need is the exhilaration
Every time we learn to fly like this
you turn me on like the radio
and I crank up the volume.