
Nothing makes my days calmer than the absence of you.
And for some reason I didn’t have the power to let you go –
On my own, without someone pulling the trigger for me.
Only blank bullets rained on you so it didn’t hurt. Sorry.
But the taste of freedom is feeding my senses decadently.
I want to take in the moments as if they’re the last to see.
Maybe I’m mean but you burned me blue for your pleasure
So let me keep the memory of you leaving as a treasure.
-JW