December 2, 2010

© Chip Bulgin

after I left you, it all fell away
the wind blew with that directional pull
that seemed to drag the paint off the walls
and made the floor creak as if carried away by mice

that day 

when nothing seemed to make sense
regardless of the circles i made around myself

wrapped in the warmth of the faux autumn day
dancing with the fallen leaves to the rhythm
of that last song

the last one I heard, standing next to you
it seems louder the farther away i get
sing to me like you always do
i'll promise not to listen

1 comment:

  1. Woe,Dude,you're blowing my mind and I can't be any more sober.
    come on, come on, come on
    I promise to listen