Saturday, July 7, 2012

friends

when I'm not looking for anything means
txt msgs @ 2:45am: 'come over'
I know your apt's blueprint better in the dark
you're not sure which house it mine

when let's meet halfway means
weekends carved out
a packed car still sitting in the driveway
excused by just so many things you still have to do

when let's still be friends means
I call you one of every five times you come to mind
you pick up with the same odds
and you return my calls never

what, then?
when will it disintegrate -- mush in our hands

No comments:

Post a Comment