The day after the day before yesterday 

I spoke lowly of you 

Like you had no ounce of power over me 

Tried to cloak you with something that might as well have been 

A tank top 

The back drop is myself in seclusion 

The illusion is that alone is the perfect place 

I’m perfectly placed where I want to be 

Be as it may I’m often lost after each sip 

Solid footing a high cost when I slip 

Back into the past cannot get a grip 

Reminiscent of taxi cab – the death of my former boss 

Enters my psyche on occasion 

I see frustration come and go like neighbors 

Or perfect strangers that made my life better 

              

  I’ve looked for you multiple times after you’ve written me off 

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