Crying at the Dog Park

I bury all my bottles in the bottom of the closet

You stand on the living room chair

Saying “watch me jump from here to there”

I bury all my feelings, stuff them into cracks in the ceiling

Did you say my name or did I just imagine I hear it?

I imagined I heard it

But I shave my hair

So I could hear you clear

Coffee an awful lot lately

I shake my legs, I can’t sleep

At 3:00 I’ll switch to beer so I can be my most sincere

When I talk to you

I don’t talk to you

I just talk about you

I don’t talk to you

I am stuck in traffic waiting for the light to change

Crying at the dog park, like will I always feel this way?

And you are getting older while I am stuck in quiet rage

But I will keep your pictures so you will always look the same

Crying at the dog park, like will I always feel this way?