Downstairs, halfway dead
Sucking down coffee from a black old fountain
Is your home where you lay your head
Or where your fake swordfish is mounted?

Eyes-crossed
Habitually, I would leave the room prematurely
With a tiny little pile of dark roast grounds
Where I once stood just enough there to keep me safe

Rained-out
Wrapped right up in our metaphorical overpriced ponchos
Endless rides home, circling the block
For the whisper of a word we didn't know how to use in a sentence

Saw you, went home
Drank myself silly in the basement alone
And the spiders were showing off a sense of humor on the ceiling
Spinning letters together, I read “we keep you safe"

Lost art, lost boy
Watching a grown man drink a 211 at 11 a.m.
Our old joy!
But everything is changing even faster than it was back then

You hold me
It feels like I am finally closing my eyes
After a year and a half long day, and I am tired as hell
Listen close, do you know that you keep me safe?