Different people in different times

You’d stay silent, just holding my hand, and I believe itBut would you save the girl with the mustacheWould you be the golden child with bright clear eyes and a careless smileThe teacher that jumped on desksOr the soccer coach intern Would you love goldilocks in her short skirt as she holds her binder and

Game

Don’t you look amazing… and by amazing, I mean familiar in your old gym clothes like you’re an ace that I used to know maybe it’s you, still like it’ll always be in different gym clothes in a different yet familiar smile that’s so confident that focuses on me like you’re game as if you

Gliding star

The star With each passing glimpse Glides higher up in the night sky While my love for you is the same

Tune that I would’ve never chosen

I can’t believe I’m hearing this same old tune again. How long has it been, like twenty-some years? Is this what it’s like being old now? My, how I’ve grown… into something no less different. Blank eyed and coming of age, sitting in the car and looking out the car windshield; I once watched my

Last one at the end of the circle

It’s another season, and the planets have run down that same old circle. You’ve packed your bags and moved up to another mess, and me, it’s come down to me kneeling on the ground gasping for air, unable to breathe, dying. This is me. The one who’s supposed to get it. But what do I