You say
I'm not allowed to walk away
you say
I'll find my place
you say
a lot of suspect things
I'm sorry
little girl
but I've already left you behind
my body
a hateful conveyance
still holds the minimum, the basic parts
whatever is necessary
to keep you fooled
the best and brightest parts of me
stand sighing on Jordan's banks
ready and waiting
permanently fixed on the other side
fifteen years
it's been you and I
suffering fitful contact
standing, sitting, shuffling about
but always waiting and wondering
you say
it's just a matter of time
but I don't believe it anymore
you say
"we all have to go through something"
but I'm pretty sure
something went through me
you say
"tomorrow is another day"
I know--
that's what I'm afraid of
I am
the worm Jacob
blessed beyond compare
but I just want to go home.
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