it's so hard to take
when you've finally realised
you can't ever know anyone
the way you'd hoped you could
there's no resolution
to the plot at the end
it just continues
i ran out of stories

what can i say? i miss her

energetically, she regresses
i'd pictured us there
all lined up together
waiting until she had done with her speech
and i'd be there to catch her hat
but you know,
when it's time
it just won't be me

[if you warm up to me
then you're melting yourself down
i'd like to keep all the evidence
of the moment when you lost
if you can still sit here then
obviously you're flawed
and i think i'd know it
better than you]

i'm still a bit wistful
for smoothing her hair
there's so much less to flatten
now that most of it is obscured
a mug fills up the time
a drink eats up the silence
but what can i say
i just don't like the coffee here