I wish I could help you
Or help to find yourself
Shelf you past feelings
Into thoughts reeling
The complete appropriation
Of human depression
Resting on the shoulder
Like a chip you have to boulder
I wish I could find you
Or just know where you are
Find you driving a car
Probably on your way to the bar
Stars should align tonight
Before you take a right home.
Bad thoughts on credit like a loan
Look to the sky and say I wish,
I wish I could be here with you today.
I wish on that day,
On that day you would’ve stayed in.
Then maybe I wouldn’t be writing with this pen.
The pen you used to keep in your car dashboard.
Maybe I wouldn’t be burying you by the shore.
Sure enough you killed four.
Hit two in their car door.
You went flying out your window.
Left my aunt a widow.
I wish you’d put the fucking bottle down.

© tmrf