Nine hiding children under blankets
five of them remember other four they can’t forget it
why is it that when they blink things move the other way
can’t quite focus on it can’t quite look it in the eye
Why, can I, see your face
Why, can’t I, hear your name
I saw you walking on sidewalks the other day
This time you were twenty five with a man I’d never seen
maybe you were getting BOBA maybe chik-fil-e
more likely you were just enjoying the sunny day
you’re everywhere I look, please go away
that last part was a bluff, I miss you, FUCK
nine years nine years what do I say
to my future children when they ask about your nay
ture I wish I could tell them that I pushed away
but In reality I’d not a single say
I wish that things were not like this!
I wish I could just live in bliss!
I wish I wish I wish I wish
I wish I could turn back the clocks
I miss you mom I know I’ve said it over a thousand times but I’m hoping this one really brings out the nines (I think that’s a golf joke?) I hope I can at least come out the other side of this having learned a valuable lesson about regret and how I should seize opportunities but right now the only thing I want to seize is my fucking blankets and the only opportunities I look forward to are those that involve sleeping.