I wish I could write the story of us
I was your tomboy sidekick
running around the city
guzzling beer, guzzling air
You barely notice me, but you knew I was there
Maybe I saw you too much in a dream
Perhaps it's just fire you play with -
A suited magician
But it's not a dream of a happy ending
It's not a story of an ending or beginning
It's just the middle I'm stuck on.
I'll make the trek up the long stairs to my bedroom
Where I'll stay for days without leaving
Some summer nights when I'm gone.
April 4, 2017, 12:34am