*
I closed the door and deleted your number
I went quietly, no more Mondays at eight
‘cause on the threshold I saw you hesitate
Now though we must live just like strangers
I can’t bring myself not to count
On another delusion to mount
*
I’d look up and you were all I could see
Five-letter words scrawled under bleachers
(Alright, four, now shut it, math teachers)
I couldn’t help it, it was just so easy
To add it all up, spread it around
I covered it up, took it all down
*
I wouldn’t learn to leave it alone
Always three cheers to spare
On my driest days of despair
I’ve never been one to tag along
Yet I followed you to the nines
And you lost me every time
*
Yet I waited and wasted away, my dear
And my fate is faded in grey, I fear
That hateful asymmetry
The lines have gone dead
And you, always twelve steps ahead
And your reasons, x and y and z
*
And I still wash up on those broken heavens
Craving their quickest fixture
Everything is at sixes and sevens
Stealing what wasn’t there is no theft
Subtract all that away and what’s left?
Go figure
*
There isn’t much left to do
When the result is always fifty-two
If I still miss it, why can’t you?
Pink paint bleeds into blue
Feelings that I can’t undo
Waiting, waiting
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