Fox and Hound

I'm watching her drip away

I turn up the heat, make her evaporate

Everyday it gets a little better

Because I know she's got less of a hold

I write for the therapy

Makes my job seem a little less dull

I write for the therapy

Make sure people know I'm doing O.K

I deleted every photo, I tossed out every note

I cleaned my room (a little)

I think I'll do some more

Too many 'I'-s in this poem

Too many girls in this town

Too many girls in this town

Too many girls

I think I'll take my time

But time I'll never get back.

{photo courtesy of Naomi Haussmann)