deep thinking new years cab ride
heartwrenching and surreal
my ears are full of fuzz
hairdryers and earth before life
but your words are at the forefront
sincerity difficult to unpuzzle
‘call me in the morning.’
‘i miss you.’
they’re words that come just as I think I’ve pushed you to the side
and they wrap themselves like onion skins around my eyeballs
you’re not a bad person, you in that slightly mohair sweater
but I always wonder if all that mutual sweeping under the carpet
and suppressing of real emotions suffocated the real deal?
