A tear you forgot was there  
Like a rock stuck in your shoe,
Like the polaroids in your garage,
Like the old letters stuffed in your desk drawers,
Like me every week night,
with boundless questions to answer.
Crumpled naked over too many bedsheets
Before I fell asleep,
to the end of a record,
Before I fell asleep,
after a day spent feeling like the flower that grew in the back of the bush,
Before I fell asleep,
and wake to a day of regretting yesterday.
All day I stood out in the rain clutching this book and hoping that I would see someone walk around the corner.
I hope it's her
and she sees me
and she tells me that I've left a mark she can't ignore.
I'm hoping on the final word I'm clinging to,
because this is my last chance
to prove I'm not just ripped tights and forgotten promises,
rather morning tea and the way a clothesline sways.