| The Heart Will Die As Well |
This scene
like Rockwell on LSD,
my neighborhood
a painting.
A twisted representation
of all that is real,
or everything the painter
didn't want to feel
when he was
shut in his room alone
and told to show them all
what he saw that day.
I lean against the window frame
and inhale deeply as I
try to forget his name.
But I know that every time
I lean outside to
breathe the city air -
he'll be there.
staring back across the street at me.
And all the cameo appearances
he makes within a day,
are by far
more than there have been
in all the days that I
counted him as a friend...
I just wish
that he would understand...
Though what he got was
certainly not an
ending I had planned.
But no matter how hard I try
he won't accept
that when I walked away-
All I meant to say
was goodbye. |