Hey, did you ever notice how the stars shine
when you're not around?
How the wind blows—
encrypted with notes of your lies.
Pluck the string and give in.
The pollen on my nose is such a sin.

You call her name, that star of yours,
but before long she'll burn out,
don't you know?
The seed we planted, you refused to sow.

The spit and spatter of the faucet
leaves me wondering.
Comb the gel out of your hair,
and rub the burning lipstick off of your neck.
Lie down, close your eyes, and dream of this wreck.

Thunder calls as the clouds roll in.
Creak, tap, creak, tap.
Soon you'll be in Alaska—
out of sight, out of grasp—
way too far from here.
Reflection reveals fear.

River currents and broken promises.
Autumn's red leaves kiss the ground.
A bark, a neigh, a quack, a ribbit—
all the same.
The branches of tomorrow have become
weak, limp, lame.

You know, they don't shine for you anymore.
You came on stiff and strong—
only to let them down.
But as time calls and the future whispers,
memories of you will be yesterday's news.
As unimportant as a finite bruise.