Slowly the pen touches paper in the guidance of the words that you write.

Did I bother telling you this, with the words that cross teeth and jump lips?

A poor choice of words, in wanting to tell you anything.

Would it really matter, if you were to count the days left with your hands?

Your focus secure and the loves you left well

You, you left the light on.

There's a chance I might have tripped, girl.

You were there to hold on.

Ignoring the words of your obnoxious little brother

'Kill or be killed' spilled the words from your mother.

I'll lay awake for a while.

I'll leave the light on a while.

But you couldn't last a lifetime.

Caught between here and the days of it

Carving her name across your arm

With every wish it's hit or miss her.

I told you so.

I measured distance in lines departing the rest of my life.

If you get put to sleep, like an old dog, you're better off.

If you get put to sleep

I've been cautious with the words I extend.

Allow this year before the world starts to end.

Your father's dead. He passed in his sleep

And I woke to the sounds of her crying

Your father's dead. He passed in his sleep.

Posted by oneamong_thefence @ 4:42 PM