Neverender
when you’ve gone about things all wrong
bury them here,
with the lifetime you would never regret
in savoring sleep, what do you mean i toss and turn everywhere?
i’ll miss you when you’re gone in pretending that you meant the world to me
with that you’d call me a liar and in the making mistakes you’ll rest incomplete
(i’ll be home) in graver mistakes dear mom and dad, i write you in the letter that states
(i’ll be moving on) when the new days begun forget your son when he’s out on his own
when the hand reads 7:30 and your night begins to sink in the short but faster fall
anxious but calm retort to a mirror that frames your face baring the finest swell
when the day begins to break like the tears that run across your cheek
stand straight and imagine you then in the things and the way they could have been
when the thoughts they race across your chin
here in the Neverend
