Badmornings Goodbyes

Some things you just have to feel

l o u d a n d c l e a r

rough, y’all tough

ey, you’ere

you,

come over

in the quiet space of

-not fair-

in between the

see you and closed eyes

I do remember

sweet September nights

when all we were

hammocks, mulled wine

with life looking (fine)

you saying

oi sis, tha’s poppin’

wht’s cookin’ gud lukin

with my eyes tearing up

no sound of tommorow