When the world is far too quiet and dew has yet to coat the early morning air
And you show up as the clock strikes 3 am for the third night this week
Slurring in your own stupidity requesting bagels, uncooked with globs of butter
The way we always had them all those years ago, all those drunken nights
And you’ll claim love that you so conveniently forget to mention in sobriety
Love that we had when we were one in the same
The same love that urges me to hold your hair back
And nurse you back to feeling okay
Only to stand there stone cold, only hours later to watch you leave
In minutes that get shorter with every morning that passes
And as I clean up the only evidence of your visits
I pick apart the remainder of what we once called a relationship
Maybe one of these days I’ll take the leap from what’s comfortable into what we need
To end it
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
When the world is far too quiet and dew has yet to coat the early morning air
And you show up as the clock strikes 3 am for the third night this week
Slurring in your own stupidity requesting bagels, uncooked with globs of butter
The way we always had them all those years ago, all those drunken nights
And you’ll claim love that you so conveniently forget to mention in sobriety
Love that we had when we were one in the same
The same love that urges me to hold your hair back
And nurse you back to feeling okay
Only to stand there stone cold, only hours later to watch you leave
In minutes that get shorter with every morning that passes
And as I clean up the only evidence of your visits
I pick apart the remainder of what we once called a relationship
Maybe one of these days I’ll take the leap from what’s comfortable into what we need
To end it