ashtray of lost opportunity
the voice in my ear 3 times a day
reminds and rewinds me to our imaginary rendezvous
our fictional coup 'de cou's
-this dreamt up reality of we-
I know you don't want to split
but I can't handle being out-picked in your scheduling conflicts
that are a hit that sh!t's in this pit of what was thought but never felt
as I wrap myself in the pelt that once kept warm
the carcass that used to breathe and believe in us
so 'cuz your 'rents got bent we got spent and cashed
on our physical flash forced to connect in a digital last-
ditch effort to maintain our comfort and rapport that can't be bought in a store
implored to explore a long-distance date through a sprint cell phone that creates the cone
that funnels and pummels our love sent off down the tunnel of
-regret's and could'ves-
-guilts and should'ves-
only to leave behind the dried and cracked husk
of a fantasy
so, once again, I'll put a pen to page to remember our passion
as i'm sure you'll move past me as though i'm an outdated fashion
and i'll put out this Marlboro experience
-with all the butts of all the others-
in the caked over ashtray of my life
watch the memories fade in a curling whaff of grey
By spyboygreen
© 2006 spyboygreen
(All rights reserved)
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