On Tuesday morning
I discovered
That I had missed your late night call
And I found that I didn’t care at all
But then the next day I was tricked by your enjoining smiles
And I pretend to love you for a while
It’s now Thursday afternoon
And you don’t recognize me
So I think to myself who is he?
But the entire thing is a tragedy
You and I acting out our daily roles
Letting the heat dissipate from the coals
Of the hypothetically imaginary flame
Of a possible love affair
One we knew wasn’t there
And it’s a whole month of Sundays
Yet we still haven’t talked
But I’ve memorized the way you walk
The thread connecting you and I
Is woven together with Wednesdays and lies
As deceptively delicate as a spider’s web
Let’s try again and close our eyes.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
On Tuesday morning
I discovered
That I had missed your late night call
And I found that I didn’t care at all
But then the next day I was tricked by your enjoining smiles
And I pretend to love you for a while
It’s now Thursday afternoon
And you don’t recognize me
So I think to myself who is he?
But the entire thing is a tragedy
You and I acting out our daily roles
Letting the heat dissipate from the coals
Of the hypothetically imaginary flame
Of a possible love affair
One we knew wasn’t there
And it’s a whole month of Sundays
Yet we still haven’t talked
But I’ve memorized the way you walk
The thread connecting you and I
Is woven together with Wednesdays and lies
As deceptively delicate as a spider’s web
Let’s try again and close our eyes.
