Go on,
and explain away
your fate.
Looking at the sky
it’s getting late.
But I’m okay
with putting more
wood on the fire
and pouring us
one more
while you elaborate.
Tell me of your hopes
and all your fears.
Tell me why the future
isn’t clear.
Tell me every moment
in your life
that got you here
and I will sit
and listen,
‘Til the sun reappears.
Go on.
Get up and try to leave.
I’m pretty sure that whisky
will bring you down
to your knees.
And we’ll both laugh
at how little we see
of the future,
or the past,
or how we can disagree.
It won’t matter much
eventually.
We’ll come to the end
of all our possibilities.
But you won’t hear
a word of it from me.
Go on.
Laugh and cry
until it hurts.
Pain is only temporary.
Time just makes it worse.
All we have is us
and these moments
that we curse
in the morning,
after all the whiskey’s
done its dirty work.
But it’s gonna be
a small price to pay,
for seeing you
go on your way.
Go on.
I’ll do my best
to remember your face.
The way you looked
when we were laughing,
chasing all our cares away.
DJR – 2022
