The below sounds sad. But don’t worry, I’m not sad. Not now. I spent a long, long time in that depressed place only a loved one can send you, but now that I’ve come out the other side, I’m a ridiculous, optimistic fool. However, what can you do with a break up song? I think I finish on a high note.
Here are Krissy’s!
When I know you’re not around
I pick my nose. It’s true.
But that doesn’t surprise you.
When the sweats come on and the hair goes down,
when you are gone.
My web searches get unsavory
and only Google knows me now.
The recycling piles up and the bottles are noisy,
and only the trash man knows me now.
Before you return I shower. Long and hot.
Scrub my dirty off. Paint my fresh face back on.
Smile.
No one knows me now.
Thirty notes in the mailbox
will tell you when I’m coming home.
I’ve been gone 60 days
and thought of nothing but you.
Messages every day.
How many ways can I say I miss you.
But you stopped responding.
You found a way to fill the empty time without me.
Thirty messages in your inbox remain unchecked.
and I come home alone.
I didn’t feel so bad ‘til the sun went down.
Ghost and goblins jump at me.
Shadows in the corners and monsters under the bed.
When the chills start, I can’t get it out of my head.
I’m cold and alone.
But it’s me. I’m the boogieman.
I have nothing to fear, but the only thing I can’t flee.
No one to lie and protect me, I must be my own hero.
With armor of reeds and an arrowless bow
she succombs. So quickly. So easy.
When I look to the mirror now I see her and me.
Together.
When the sun goes down, I don’t feel bad.
Not anymore.
