Pocket Thoughts

I’m doing fine just as I promised

To you last time

It’s half past nine, I’m getting nervous

You cross my mind

It’s been two weeks - I cry not often

Just stare at walls

I gave up drinking morning coffee

And waiting calls
I started catching other miracles of life

That were all covered by your image

But in my pocket I still keep your tingling laugh

And thoughts about that gentle damage
It hurts

But I’ll learn

It hurts

But I'll learn
I weaved a song from tears and memories

Like I was taught

But it’s still hard to breathe cause there is

My inner knot

I knew then that it was imminent

I felt the end

It’s time to kick out a dormant tenant

Who can’t pay rent
I guess it wouldn’t be much easier to see

You acting just like you’re imprisoned

They say I shouldn’t have stepped back and set you free

I’d try to hold, but for what reason?
It hurts

But I’ll learn

It hurts

I hope I’ll learn