August Night
I hear what you are telling me
But it cannot be true.
And then I fall onto the floor
And cry ‘till I turn blue.
I think of all the wasted years
Of torment and of shame.
Of how you always played it off
‘Cause it was all a game.
And here I cry out to the stars
And they can see me bawling.
As if, on queue, they seem to hear
And answer me by falling.
We pack our stuff into the car
There is not time to look back.
I grab my glasses, wallet, keys
And rainbow hippie ruc-sac.
And down the road the pace does slow
My head is in a vice.
You stop to sleep, and while I weep
I puke my guts out twice.
Yet, overhead, and though the trees
The sky is brightly glowing.
I lift my head to catch the breeze
To find the moon still growing.
And while I am not left in peace
My heart still in a daze.
But, while you are no longer here
I feel your watchful gaze.
June 5th, 2003
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