Ten

I promised Colin I’d keep writing, and
That’s the only promise I’ve kept, but
I have no regrets. Like
Your empty mailbox?
It doesn’t bother me
Not at all
And I promised you I’d come visit soon
Guess I should’ve made the trip, but
Money’s tight as rope and time too. And
You know how it goes better than anyone
There isn’t ever much of anything we need or
Think we do
So I don’t feel bad
I don’t feel bad
And somewhere you cut me out
Fall in love to rinse your mouth
But it doesn’t bother me at all
I promised Colin I’d take off to you soon, on
An old deck in Louisville, KY
Four stories up, six AM and ten deep
While they were sleeping, and I said
«Keep me in check, friend.» And he tried
But I couldn’t be
And that small window closed, and I
Never really kept writing either, just
Stared downward at the page most times or
Thought about it real hard
And there must be something missing in me
That she’s there and I’m still here because
That’s messed up
But I don’t feel bad about it
And somewhere you cut me out
Fall in love to rinse your mouth
But it doesn’t bother me at all
I have tried hard to stay hopeful in the moments
They cut ropes to set you free
I have always tried to point the finger elsewhere
This time it points to me
But it doesn’t bother me at all
Each chance to lock arms, to lie long in locked eyes
And I failed to let go, to cut ties with my life
But I’m torn, and reborn, see I died when you left
But each word since that day was your name from my chest
I am afraid
But it doesn’t bother me at all