You hold up the window to capture sky
You hold it to capture blue
It’s somebody else’s morning there
And it’s getting ahead of you
The night still moans her labor
As she put in her e-string
Her menopause is moody
And her bones are brittle things
And her calories she’s counting
And she does another plank
And the morning is a picture
That you keep inside a tank
And you’re going to finish that novel
But the words just won’t come out
It’s about a boxer who’s beaten
They knocked his molars out
And you could either take the stimulants
Or hear that country song
You know when you take either
That you’ll feel just how you want before long
She said when the old song touched her heart
She felt again like a child
And it made me smile to set her free
And see her feet turn wild
Cause the purest love I can think of:
When we set each other free
And each of us ask the hardest question:
“Will I ever come back to me?”
Loved this! 😊
Thank you!