I’ve Been Wrong

When I think of your depression

as a time and place..

I imagine it looks a little something like San Francisco on this cloudy day.

But maybe that’s where I’ve been wrong

Because to me, you always looked like the city

Towering buildings built with so many aspirations

And San Fran’s painted ladies

Signified the part in me

That always looked at you for safety

Knowing we came from the same place

And wanting so bad to withstand earthquakes

And I’ve been wrong

Because coming in from Oakland

On that cloudy day

While crossing San Francisco’s Bay

There was a man

Contemplating whether or not to jump

And no one stopped..

Everyone was so focused on getting to the city

This dream

Of a boy who we want so bad to be our saving..

Is an illusion we made up

Because in reality

That boy wants nothing more than

to escape

With a simple swim in San Francisco’s bay