By now, we know
we all know the
Could be
Would be
Should be
We can tell the truth from the lies
you say it
but you’re not
‘fine’
your hands shake
your words shake
your clean clear voice
is nothing but a void
it’s weak
and muffled
lost in background noise
all the time
now
Walking downtown
slow down
go down
by the water
think about the daughter
that you almost had
that you’d prepared for
arrival should have been greeted with every happiness in store
blues and pinks in the tiny little room
on the left of the hall
that fronted the street
where you had chance to meet
every one of your heroes
every one of your friends
when things went bad
you held it all in
you closed that door
for years now it seems
four years now at least
the other she is gone
she headed back east
‘oh dear’, she said
‘i’d never’
‘i’m sorry’
and more
every feeling she spoke about
is added to ‘sore’
is added to ‘sad’
is added to salt
you say ‘lock me away
it was always my fault’
my good name?
the is
no
such
thing
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