Waiting and Wondering
He was so long ago
You are of right now
She can't let go easy
She hasn't had enough
You cannot imagine right now
She is submerged with you
tugging on that last tomorrow
that Sunday afternoon
And if only thoughts could free us
If you would only call pledge of allegiance
Where is your union card?
Where is my purple bracelet?
the one that is half mean and half nice
Is it stolen?
have you not even looked for it at all
And as She waits, She is wondering
wondering if you will even call
lost in that last tomorrow
lost with your union card
Understanding somethings
only to cry in bed
understanding something
as her insides die instead
and you, you are the beacon
and you, you are a freshly cut scar
lost in that last tomorrow
In that Sunday morning's call
lost and found and broken
in last Sunday afternoon's car
lying down inside herself
She takes another call
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