Cursive

Abscense Makes The Day Go Longer

Cursive


Please hang my raincoat 
I guess that I'll stay a while 
While I wait on the return 
It seems the distance you've made 
Has since lost its meaning 
Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts 
To help quicken this sloth driven day 
As I wait, my joints slowly stiffen 
They're warning me that something is nearing 
Disaster... 
Disaster... 
Hailstorm... 

Memories like fireflies 
A green hue of imagery 
But much too random to see clearly 
And I don't recall much between you and me 
Grey and cloudy 
This tragedy plays itself over again in my mind 
What's my line 
Where are the cue cards 
Memorize my actions, my discourse 
Like a discontented fool... 
This just won't do 
It's no use 
These crushing days 

Absence made your heart bruise 
You're all bruise
You're all bruise