Remember me?
I was the guy sitting on the bench
I was at the light in the car next to you
I was the crying child
I was the one pressed agianst the window
I was the one in the airplane that you wondered about
the one in the background of a tourist picture
the one crying at the funral I wasnt apart of
I was the one the poets cried for
the one that sacked the grocieries
I was the guy that took too long
you were mad at me
without considering the day
that I might have had
I was the one caught up
in times that neither I understood
or, at the time, cared about
the guy that was walking in the rain
the guy that was counting
stair steps
the guy eating by himself
the guy that was seeing a movie
with no one sitting next to him
you wondered about me
maybe I was crazy?
or maybe some type of a "predator"
I'm the guy that the cops always look at twice
you never worried yourself
with my feelings
just shuffle on by...
everyone has their own problems right?
but I'll be the one whistling Pachabel
when the last note is played
and the days are gone
when it's all though
I'll be the one walking, by myself,
over the hill....smiling
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she took everything I had
and I'm talking about all the intangibles,
gutted my soul and left the shell
like a discarded candy wrapper
and now she's gone,
one moves ahead and one stays behind?
Ive read all of the books
and heard all the philisophical reasons
as to why I'm standing here holding the bag
but the truth is...
no matter how you cut the slice,
her leaving me has set me back 10 years
and thats along time when you take my age into
consideration
now I have the drink and the pen
neither of which does me one damn bit of good
but both, I guess, are some type of parachute
to catch me...
right before I hit the ground
and then back up I go
to watch the sun come out again.
long shadow afternoons
they remind me of certain days
and certain places
long shadow afternoons
I remember it now
as clearly as this morning
but it was over twenty years ago
standing at my grandfathers house
my parents had dropped me off
I was standing in the front yard
watching the sun go down
long shadow afternoons
that day is gone
and a thousand have come and gone since
but I remember that day for some reason
I'm feeling now just like I felt then
I feel like I want to go home
I'm waiting for someone to pick me up
Like a dog driven out of town
and abandoned.
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gone
not too funny when you think
about it
days and nights
gone for good
every second means so much
and is thought about so little...
fall afternoons...
snow men...
movies...
spinach artichoke dip...
and...
years
gone
meaning nothing anymore
except for the precious
piece of my memory
that it occupies now
so so so sad.