Years and years ago,
or maybe only two,
he said “You’ll know it when it happens,
you will know”
and I do.
la la la I’m a snail scraping ‘long dry ground.
la la la I’m a vacant Luth’ran “lost and found”.
Several weeks ago,
or maybe yesterday,
she said “You’re made of paranoia
and it drives
la la la I’m a hobo peering in through glass.
la la la I’m an exponential vessel for the past.
Ten minutes ago,
or seconds from this breath,
you’ll say “Regret is such a bitch
when you’re close
la la la I’m a hungry ghost who’s asking for a meal.
la la la take my hand and buy my flowers, they’re a steal.