Whenever a man tries to move forward from all the things that he’s done,
Whenever another second-hand lover touches his chest like I used to do
When we were having our fun…
Do you think of me or do you still see the rising tide as the human nature
Because I drank all your whiskey and your mother never hesitated
To call you a failure.
I get the picture and I understand the motive a bit too well for my taste
But a man has to answer for his actions once he loses the count over
The hells he raised.
Can you look at my bones and promise – I am the first you’ve lost
To the burning jealousy in your veins that doesn’t let go until all the lines
Are inevitably crossed?
Do you ever see my face while driving down that pier we loved the most?
And do you hold her hand like you did mine – until my throat got in the way
So I paid the cost?
But you won’t be able to make amends in post.
No excuses, no mercy,
Just mind covered in ghouls and ghosts.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 