Denial in Three Parts


Maybe one day
we’ll break bread on old pavements
and sing songs of days past.

I’d love to
look back on grainy memories
and recall long accepted truths.

But I’d rather not hear from you
‘til then.


Don’t knock on my door
or throw rocks
at my window.

Don’t wait up for me,
don’t wait by the phone,
don’t wait at my door,

Don’t wait.


Don’t worry about me,
and try not to stay up.

And I’ll try too.

I’ll try to stay away
and stay good,
I’ll try to stay warm
in this cold bed
and I’ll stay calm

You don’t have to worry about me.

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