the thing about
first jobs is that
they’re never
your last job
and for all the years
spent behind this counter
i’ll spend ten more
somewhere else
and now it’s time
to leave
i wish it didn’t
have to end this way
wish things would have
turned out differently
but at the end
of the day i know
i made the best
choice i could
as long as my
hands were tied
and i don’t know
where i’m going
from here and
i’m afraid
but not so afraid
that i can’t see
there’s something
better for me
and this time
change
is good for me
because who knows
how long i would
have let myself grow old
saturated in coffee under my nails
grease on my apron
and tears that
didn’t come from onions
and i’d like to hope
that i won’t be forgotten
like to hope that when
you put an extra tablet in
the sani water that you
think of me as it dissolves
like to hope that you
miss the way your
coffee tasted just perfectly
sweet enough when i
was the one
making it
like to hope you’ll
miss my scones and
coffee cakes and the way
i always tried to be
a forceful source
of encouragement
i like to hope
but i know
deep down inside
life just rolls
onward and soon
someone else will come
along and all i did
will be forgotten
but i do
like to hope
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
the thing about
first jobs is that
they’re never
your last job
and for all the years
spent behind this counter
i’ll spend ten more
somewhere else
and now it’s time
to leave
i wish it didn’t
have to end this way
wish things would have
turned out differently
but at the end
of the day i know
i made the best
choice i could
as long as my
hands were tied
and i don’t know
where i’m going
from here and
i’m afraid
but not so afraid
that i can’t see
there’s something
better for me
and this time
change
is good for me
because who knows
how long i would
have let myself grow old
saturated in coffee under my nails
grease on my apron
and tears that
didn’t come from onions
and i’d like to hope
that i won’t be forgotten
like to hope that when
you put an extra tablet in
the sani water that you
think of me as it dissolves
like to hope that you
miss the way your
coffee tasted just perfectly
sweet enough when i
was the one
making it
like to hope you’ll
miss my scones and
coffee cakes and the way
i always tried to be
a forceful source
of encouragement
i like to hope
but i know
deep down inside
life just rolls
onward and soon
someone else will come
along and all i did
will be forgotten
but i do
like to hope