Prolonged Exposure

Let’s leave our heads for a day, when you got sick you said.
Let’s leave our heads for a day, when you got sick you said to wait for it to
change.
But it grew when you left and I’m stuck with this weight on my chest —
I’m betting on the breakers.
I’m stuck with myself and the fact that I couldn’t see
through a thirteen year old lens, which lends myself to believe that I’m
breathing in the same sea that you breathed.
The cancer that you fought, it brought a lot of pain.
I’m itching at an old wound.
I’m stitching up the seams.
I get comfort from tales that I’ve heard when you’d grab your girl and say,
I love you more than dawn on the sea.
Oh what you mean to me." It’s a far cry to say I got away.