I’m cradling what’s left of the word “casual” Because it sounds like “pretending”. Maybe we should have said “casualty” Because we both know the answers, Or "causality" As some ridiculous joke.
No, we can’t fall, we can’t fall. When I giggled, “Don’t get stuck on me,” What I said was, “I’m already stuck, But we all have to move... Right?"
Heard words on the radio driving home That echoed like “coincidence” I learned the words and echoed back With no regard for context.
Crawling couch to bed, Passing faces in the covers, Say ‘hello’ my sometimes lover, Say ‘goodbye’ and run away. We can dance with one another, Hold the truth until the day When the sheets turn into clutter And the miles casually splay.
12/28/12
For days gone by Of red-red wine On a red-red couch In a red-red time. For a day One day Our day Long gone by.