There Will Be Sad Songs
Ways of knowing your innermost
Laughing at misunderstood jokes
Calling just to say
Forgotten names paired with faces belonging to vanished children
On the edge of seventeen

Asking your forgiveness for
Falling in the spring, springing into fall
Well-trained voice speaking recklessness
A lock of hair pushed aside an evergreen eye
Doesn't bother me; does your conscience bother you?

Work-weary and worn down
Downy pillows in pristine hotel penthouses
Snuggling in the sleeping bag on mountain mornings
Recalling all your best days and all my worst
It's bound to be a better ride than

Good bye