Was Monday when some somebody said
someone else had some trouble
sticking out their neck.
You had a thing to get off of your chest
sent home walking alone, just as I suspected.
Had ears full of the tallest tales.
Sails deflated, drunk and jaded
spitting coffin nails.
From my seat on this dusty city bus
I can see a whole kingdom made of ash and rust.
...everything the ******* touches...
Was Springtime when some somebody claimed
that they loved a certain someone--
"didn't wanna leave."
4 months later, you were taking your leave.
"We'll stay friends on social media--
I didn't delete you."
My gut's full of tales like this one.
Drunk and fading, still just wading
through the deepest ones.
Take my seat on this city bus,
Let this heart burn out and smolder down to ash and dust.
...All the things your friendship touches...
***** basements, then sidewalks under stars.
Zip these footfalls up to closure
Closing down the bars.
Outta lies? You're outta time.
And, so far,
that's all you gave and I'm the fish
who swallows that hard hook.
In the end, I guess that we'll be fine.
finding distance, finding form among the solid lines.
End-of-day, the only way out is time.
Guess you've got yours.
And I've got mine.
You've got yours.
And I've got mine.
Originally written on--you guessed it--September 25th, 2017. Lion King reference, hey what?
