you leave them leaning
against our door
in brown Wal-Mart bags
or in cardboard boxes
and we find them hours
after you've gone
every time I think
about how much
we spent talking
about different things
or how I sat in a chair
while you tried to reteach
me
on how to play the guitar
it feels like forever
sometimes
I wish you'd knock
come in
talk
like we used to
before it's too late
and like the rest
I lose you
for good
I keep a brass bowl of paperclips from a man that didn't want to even give all of it away but he had to because there was no use for anything like that anymore sometimes I stare at it and wonder if th
it's days like this with the sun blaring and the birds calling with mowers in the distance that I know I wasn't made for summer but I can't help feel the flickering neon lights of anticipation in the
There's a metal cup of coffee getting cold somewhere in a house where someone has forgotten that they even made it because the weight of living in this place and the amount of money owed has taken hol
