when the sun goes to bed infinitely,
and the cloud's last tear hits my windshield
i'll find you.

when i find your constellations in my freckles,
and i finally catch a fallen star
i'll find you.

when the universe is tangible,
and every jig saw puzzle has been solved,
i'll find you.

when i stop wishing for love to find me,
and when i actually get out of bed,
i'll find you.

when i fight three more battles,
and when i become the first woman president
i'll find you.

and when you are ready,
maybe you'll find me before i find myself
in these pieces i've decided to try to put back together again