The vision of this
gets stuck in my mind
Like the image of
the filament
gets stuck behind my eyes
when I look at a light bulb
That I know I should unscrew
because the wattage
is too high for the plug…
And I can’t shake the feeling
Like I’ve left something behind-
Like I’ve moved
to a new country
And then suddenly realized
That all my luggage is still sitting
On the front porch
of a house
That I had given only
one last glance
Before I got behind the wheel
And drove away.
And even though I knew
It wouldn’t change a thing-
That I would make
The same mistake I always do…
I couldn’t tell exactly
What I saw- what I believed…
Instead I waited for
The glowing spots to fade
Before I said what I knew
I had to say…
The only difference this time,
Is that I spoke too late. |