right hand pointing

Things I want to tell Phoebe:
 

I hope the bridge stood still

And the river waved

To welcome you home.
 

I hope the rise felt like swinging,

The ripples made room for your landing

In the dark waterpark.

I hope you were asleep

And your heart was still whole.

I hope you dreamed of Elsa

And the cold never bothered you.

I hope you can hear me.
 

I hope you flew.