isn`t it funny
how connections
that we think we`ve made
always fail
and glow red, smoking
through the electrical tape
and old friends wash up
feet cemented
to the bottom of
the pier and you`re stuck calling
their co-employees
trying to dispel the fear
i could have called you
as you panicked
about your second move from home
despite the fact that
since we broke up
i haven`t touched my phone
much less heard tell
about rochesterv and the people you met there
and if you`re dating
i only know that
since you left, you`ve been doing really, really well
the taste of your glance
was tart with summer
and the pressure of the room
smashed my kneecaps
and i just fell cos
the looks you fired struck so true
and all through winter
i clung to you
like a widow to a grave
and i could forget you
or rebefriend you
i`m just not sure which choice is brave