Untitled - Riley Hodson

Chart my filthy tracks
all the way past the sky.
Once I saw you there,
kissing my boyish thoughts
when I was green and unsure
how the planets ruled me.
I needed all that space
where so much depends
on what you see
in the clouds
or if your boredom is true.
What did you make
with the colors you saw?
That is to say
time freaks me out.
You’ve been alone,
so you know what it's like
among the pearlescent chaos,
those places you come to
after conversation
when the galaxy just moves