Our glass is full,
it spilled over last year.
Your ropes tied to me,
were cut, so I fall.
In morning, we meet,
But it will different kind.
You will hold the suitcase,
I will hold an empty cup.
Why couldn’t we last the year,
we were breaking at the britches.
You packed your suitcase,
for red rocks and a better life.
I tried to mend the seams.
I tried to fix the table leg.
But my love you’ve wrecked it all.
It wasn’t balanced,
I needed your needle, your strength.
I tried to tell you,
it was about to burst, spill.
I tried to be patient,
and wait.
We pretended.
Who the hell was I?
Who are you?
I loved you.
Our glass is full,
let it fall.
Wash our hands of this.
In morning, we meet,
But it will different kind.
You will hold the suitcase,
I will give you the empty cup.
Fill it with what you need.
Fill it with the love you find.
Fill it with memories.
I will be here,
far behind.
Sorry had to edit this...
