Omaha

Home, like a waistband

Stretched out and thin

I want to be clung to

But all I feel is distance

Oh, from the wasteland

The echo of your voice

Cuts through the shadow

It's lovely, I'm still sad, though

Lilting and besot

Why's Omaha lost in thought?

Carry the convo

Carry the torch

Bless my comrades

Bless my back porch

Wait for a signal

The dinner bell to ring

Love you, darling

I'm leaving, I'm starving

Wilting till I rot

Is it me, or is it Omaha?