Some old poem

Blinking down
The smoking gun;
It’s not that hard
To whisk you away.

Tell me,
Hey,
What are we going to do today?

It feels like an adventure we’ve never had
Before.

The transitions of the seasons
Don’t let you go;
Go ahead, knock yourself out,
And never wake up.

I’m a fool,
And you’re a key
To the place I know
They keep what I can’t have.

Hey,
What’s the matter?
Aren’t we going to
Blow out the candles?

Slice the flesh,
Because isn’t that better
Than keeping it inside?

Or maybe that’s your way
Of locking away something else,
And seeming important.

No, walk away.
Wish I’d never
Seen your body
That way.

You’re a kid,
And I’m sorry
I couldn’t protect your
Neck.

You’re a castle
That I can’t breach.

How hard is life that we can’t talk
Anymore?


Mute that;
I don’t want to know.

(That’s the hardest part.)
And baby,
Stop trying so hard,
‘Cause you can’t let it go
That easy.

We’re trapped here,
And all we want,
Is to let you swell
Forever.

You’re already there.

Silence as a backdrop
Never inspired much confidence,
So I’ll push you down the stairs
To win that poll,
Or dance on the pole,
Or whatever it is you do,
Honey.

You love it when I call you that,
Because it sounds like you’re being used.