March 23, 2010

Just a Friend

We can try from here to keep the boundaries clear.
We can hope for the best, while forgetting the rest.
With the status unknown you can call me at home.
I'll be waiting and baited,
I'll be dancing outdated.
You'll be playing my song,
even after I'm gone.
But this secret still blows,
through the wind, down the rows.
I can't say what it is,
but it seems everyone knows.
Let's share one more drink,
then sit back down to think.
I'll sleep here again,
I'm just not sure when.
This might not be fear
but you can't keep me here.
I'm looking to run and you probably can't come.
There's a place by the bay and I'll live there someday.
But up until then,
Let's just be friends.

1 comment:

Doug said...

Boy that's some artful bad news. Let me know, please, if the talk is less awkward in rhyme.