some flippant tongue
tosses your name in the air
like a ***** old coin.

i feel it’s like autumn.
vivid hues, the scent of rain
and leaves falling to the ground.

don’t ever speak that way of her,
don’t ******* your
values to gain a few more friends
a few more laughs,
your too old, too wise for that.

they come and go, just like
leaves into winter.
be gentle with her name,
let it slide from your mouth,
and slip all the way into spring.

she’ll stick by your side right
through summer and beyond,
like friends often do when
you speak of them nice.