The happiness in memories is often
Overdone
Misremembered for the better,
And that’s where the pain comes from.

Surely there were good times but
its the bad times that lose their edge
With memory
And good times come out looking polished
And new.

But there’s no novelty to be had
And that’s where the track ended
Not just for you
But for me too
Or maybe it was somewhere else.

The novelty had never been the break before
So maybe it was something else,
The worrying both ways and trust issues
Or maybe it was all stupidity.

I thought about talking to you today,
After three weeks without a word,
But it didn’t make enough sense yet
And there was no real will to do it.

I thought of time travel and if I could
Jump back somewhere and talk to you
Or talk to me
and if that would change things,
But I wouldn’t even want to.

There are whole universes inside my head
With real people and fake people and
You will slot into one of them
Although the memories seem more fictional
So maybe you’re unlikely to be found at
Your common haunts downtown and
More likely to be found in my bed
Talking
or sitting in the shower with me.

I took the best you could give,
Gave back the best I could give then,
and it was more tragedy than comedy
And surely the audience yelled for us to marry
Except the jealous ones
But the story of it ends bitterly
At least in this Act
And everything I wrote about it is true to me.