You cut your ties,

felt better off.

Salutations to your son.

Awoke to find you heading out

with your white collar undone.

You placed a bar,

I played a game to see how low that I could go.

We develop mental pictures

and we're following our fathers down the drain.

Do you recall the imagery from when i drove you away?

Through others' rose prescription lens,

man I'm sorry every day.

because We intersect internally

and then we take what we have and we run.

and It all starts to unravel

until we're less than we were carrying before.

I guess I expected more.

Wake me up.

Pictures of you smiling in times

when I just couldn't be around.

Hold me up.

Count my rings to see how many winters

I've been stuck here under ground.

Swore I'd not burn out.

Digging through the memories

that made you feel alive when you were young.

You were right to doubt.

Broken since foundations

in the structures you were building came undone.



Part of your charm was

the way you would push me from

all of the traps that I just couldn't see.

Figures the one that was there to

have tripped you up

would be the one

was set there

by me.

Wish I was there to say goodbye when you went away.

Wish I was home but noplace was there.

I cut off my arm at the bone in solidarity.

Capital teaches that there's less when you share.

I felt the noose tighten up on your collar bone.

I felt the gun in the small of your back.

Engraved in the stone

by request and recurse of friends dead is

"Tell me again that it's all in my head."