Excuses/Promises

La-da-dada-da-da-da-dum

I still taste like you. Even after
All that, all those breaths
Sniffs
Shuffles
Strides
Bumbles
But no one knows,
Except for me, and the wind,
It doesn't exactly rush in as I spread my lips to whisper
More like a saunter, swirling around and leaving
Daintily

Those people looking at each other in the car
His resting awkwardly possessive on the armrest
She looked at me for a second, then
Back.

"I can't help thinking we grew up too fast"
Are we too old now? Is everyone passing us by? Full
of the "vigor of youth,"
That holy protestant work-ethic
That your mother alternately encourages and dis-
Are we old? Or am I just fucking lazy?

Did you even notice me, car lady?

I hope the guys yelling in front of that bar stopped yelling.
Their girlfriends looked pretty pissed and scared.
The chilled air felt good though, and I don't really care
Didn't rob me of anything (the wind)
Felt like rolling over onto the cold side of bed,
right before you get up to leave.

"The end is near"
I'm leaving, and then I'm coming back.
And for the first time, I'm not
scared.