Your face bloody from a childish fight,
the tight lawless lines of your slight frame
Clenched as I cleaned you up that drizzling night.
Midnight’s makeshift nurse, an E.R. game;
I kept you company while you laid blame
On yesterday’s pawnshop deal gone awry.
No concussion, no piss test, you scraped by
My heart still tied, we talked until daylight.
You worked at kindling a stealthy flame
which burned out one wasted night;
I meandered back to my ex despite
Our famous hateful breakup that spring.
I disappeared to have a chemical fling
He looked for buses til twelve at night
And wandered the streets without aim.
I only wish that I had the foresight
To understand we would all part in spite
We three spread to the winds to pursue fate
With wasted pasts holding us in checkmate
If God had made that gift my birthright
I would have sent you back to whence you came
You stole my time and I welcomed the blight
Now I stay alone and strive to rewrite
My future. Seeing you is seeing a phantom.
May I remember that by this hymn.