I look up from the fret board
Through a haze of river water and wine
And into your brown eyes
during that “slip away” line
That you know is about you
Our friends, attentive but unaware
You smile, making it more special
As my love for you swells in my chest
And I choke back emotions I’ve felt
This entire Memorial weekend
The highs and lows of living and dying
Dodging bullets and feeling bulletproof
But perception is wrongly so much of reality
We must step back and reassess
and responsibly finish the deal we started
unlike the songs I’ve penned trivializing
the uncommitted breakups
of the fictitious and the less fortunate.
© 2016
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