When the band starts pack up
And the old ladies have made it the car
My friends text me “Where are you”
And my heart is silent sitting in the wind of my stomach…
And smear the make-up and I take the red nose off.
I text them like nothing ever happen
“I’m on my way”.
I lock the doors and drive next to the bk
Just to let the real play happen
My tears play the symphony
abs the music becomes the background
I shrink in the driver seat clutching my knees…
I’m not enough for you is written in cursive on my sleeve
Vivid old memories starts to bleed
I never meant for you to leave
I just wanted you to notice everything we did and now finding out the truth
I can’t even speak
I lost another from the intuitive voice that conquers the greed
I can do a million things for you but you can’t even acknowledge our anniversary
Who am I to you?
….nothing but wind that blow the trees