I did everything I could
to make it right
again
on the last mile home
I looked up at skies,
thundering and concrete
dropped your heart
again
walked over falling rain
wished on run-away stars
# some days
I picked your heart up
again
carried it close to my own
can I hear you breathing?
# some days, it’s
not the posts that Facebook sends
not letters, flickering
on the neon Coke sign at the Cross
not bodies, peaking on 'e'
hot and sweating, splashed
across the ABC telecast:
Happy Mardi Gras!
#some days, I
just want you
to pour me a drink
and tell me
everything’s
going to be alright
ReplyDeletesome days
under the eaves
living in the rain
Thanks Rob :)
Deletesome days
under the eaves
living in the rain
out the back of Lawless ....
here, have a snifter
ReplyDeleteit'll all be alright
it'll all be alright
Hey Kit, thanks :) A snifter always cures all.
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