Broken up,
but never was.
What it is,
is what it does.
Doesn’t do a thing
for us.
Throw each other under a bus.
Concentrate
and stay up late.
Chaotic minds contemplate.
Tomorrow we’ll commemorate
another failed exchange.
So, I had to call you up
and ask if you were okay.
You said, you were going
to decide here, any day.
I passed on my mother’s love
and you told me another lie.
One of us is going home,
the other one is gonna die.
Choking on
the smoky air.
Forest fires
everywhere.
Becoming more
than we can bear.
Starting to doubt
we even care.
Hear you laugh.
See you smile.
Even though
it’s been a while.
Time passes,
many miles.
Don’t seem
like such a trial.
So, when I sent that text,
didn’t know what would happen next.
Just hoping that my words would find you well.
Thinking that in good time
I would see you reply,
telling me that I could go to Hell.
But instead of words,
in their place,
you sent me a smiley face.
That was all I needed
to get through the day.
I guess we’re gonna be okay.
So long.
Sorrow songs.
I guess
what was wrong
was so much
all along.
The rain comes,
and we’re finally moving on.
DJR – 2023
