Through years of living, traveling,
learning, faking, quitting, taking
stumbling while dancing with strangers,
singing songs I couldn’t sing, I left cracks.
I left holes in hearts, holes too large to fill.
I remember so much love I ignored.
Ignoring those who wrapped me into their hearts.
I kept driving that mustang, 283 horsepower,
black leather, stereo blasting, hair blowing
in October chills, November frosts, baby James
sang soft and stoned. It was a brave new world.
I took no prisoners, no love needed until now,
now it’s all I have, tears in my mirror
I am an empty shell, crusty and unneeded.
Take me to the that gnarled old crab apple,
lay me down so time will take me
by a wrinkled hand and lead me to
the emptiness I deserve.