I get goodbye glimpses
When your voice is like an exhausted father
And mine, relentlessly stumbling over apologies
Premonitions
Of a cold current
I'm paddling behind
Can't keep up
I'm sputtering,
Choking,
Watching you wade away
Without worry
You're only 21
How don't you worry?
I am 19
With ducks
That form more of a m o b
Than a row
I know
It's far easier to blame the tide
Than the self
******* it
I'm trying
Shawn, I promise
I'm trying
But, you see
Adulthood is the branch that taps on my window
With the storm
To shiver me awake..
I hear you two have tea
In tangled talks of a future
That doesn't include me
Well
If it's so
I need the definite
The finalizing punctuation
It's like the cigarette you toss aside
Unfinished
I get it
You don't like endings
And
I smoke mine to the filter
It's like the book
That sat on your nightstand for months.
With a chapter to go,
Past due
Is the means to an end
You chose
The sentence that trailed off
Into an all but empty stare
(Wait, I was listening)