I Can Be Grateful

all of it’s woven in my head

deep in the fibers, like grass on summer linen

I see your house in the late May afternoon light

and I’m walking away

I can be grateful and still mad

I can be happy and still sad

I can be learning to deal with the fact

that I can’t be yours anymore

yours anymore

all of it’s burning in my eyes

coming in like the sting of cheap shampoo

looking at you came at a price

I still see your face and your

silhouette like lace hanging on the window

still hangs me up the same

I can be grateful, and still mad

I can be happy and still sad

I can be permanently looking back

to being yours

I can be grateful, and still mad

I can be happy and oh so sad

I can be learning to deal with the fact

that I can’t be yours anymore

yours anymore

yours anymore

anymore