Sunday, June 13, 2010

a city weeps with me

Woke up this morning to find
that I'd been widowed by my

heart

Left this hole inside my chest
serrated edges
with a surgeon's precision

It's true what they say
there ain't no sunshine when
she's gone

the song sings
clear and true

that I'm not myself
when
I'm not with you

its overcast
in the forecast
minutes cease to pass
alcohol will not last
everyone asks
about my laugh
but

thats gone too

my smile in a
head on collision
with
your absence

I'll end this
now

Don't want this piece
to become
a sloppy love jingle
I'm no
gym class hero

I am
however
a ski ball champion

Yes

I brought up that again

because the memories
of you and me
are the
memories that I keep
the moments that I save
the perfect recollections
I'm taking to my grave

They'll find me
with my smile in my
casket

Because if I live and die
for you
then I've lived
my life with passion


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