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Michael T Smith's avatar

The day my wife and son go to church

And I stay behind

Although yesterday I spoke something

As I write, I become unraveled

And I stay behind

When I was younger I would draw pictures

As I write, I become unraveled

I couldn’t have known how fast it would go

When I was younger I would draw pictures

And anyway I still draw, well paint

I couldn’t have known how fast it would go

I had a dream that God told me to stop

And anyway I still draw, well paint

Although yesterday I spoke something

I had a dream that God told me to stop

The day my wife and son go to church

Adam Lauver's avatar

Today is the day my friends leave

and I think I'll miss them when they're gone

although yesterday I wasn't so sure.

As I write, I wonder about friends

and I think I'll miss them when they're gone.

When I was younger I wanted them to miss me.

As I wrote, I'd wonder about friends:

I couldn’t have known how much I'd miss

when I was younger. I wanted to be missed,

and anyway, is every missing a lack?

I couldn’t have known how much I'd miss.

I had a dream I was stuck, waving at the gate

and anyway, is every missing a lack?

Tomorrow I may not be so sure.

In this one I'm stuck again, waving at the gate.

Today is the day I leave.

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