E-lone

E-lone

distance we inhabit 

is close enough to touch

mouse is a rabbit 

making clicking sounds

missed the diagnosis

off by a symptom

a real psychosis

I can’t tell the difference

when I pick up 

where you left off

you’d swear 

we were never gone 

everything 

we ever did wrong 

falls into a puddle 

and bites the dust

three strikes I’m out

no fourth rounds

we can never go back 

all sales final 

yet something moves

something’s still there

and it’s grown up

in the wild

I would never swear  

we were all wet 

but we got to get back

to that pool of sweat

I wouldn’t dare 

to cause you regrets

we just gotta finish

what we left undone