Don’t know how long I’ll be back,
but I am now. It’s like
waking in a movie theatre
while the credits roll and suddenly
everything and nothing’s changed.
You don’t know what everyone else saw
but you’ll take their word for it.
And with arms akimbo they just watch
you pocket your hands and head home.
So if I don’t see you today, then tomorrow
perhaps we’ll go swimming? And maybe
for just a while we can pretend
that I never left us in the first place,
and that this was all a dream, and that
starting over didn’t have to mean the end.
I don’t know
which crushes my spirit more,
the heroin needles
outside my apartment building
the line of Ray-Ban wearing tourists
waiting for brunch.
I don’t know.
If you’re not ready to let go,
Hold on as long as you need,
and then some.
These are words I’d say,
to an unborn son.
If it seems repetitive,
If it hurts in a hundred different ways,
it’s supposed to.
If you don’t want to smile,
let them see you frown.
These are the words,
Does it get easier,
Should you forget,
Is it your fault,
The words I’d say are these.
Life will kick your ass.
Love will break your heart.
Death will drug your senses.
With the strength of a mother’s love,
I would say.
You are your father’s child,
but make no mistake,
you are not your father.