Go tell the whole world how you dropped me.
Tell yourself that you've forgot me.
And try to tell the difference between lust and really loving me.
But, in the hush of early evening,
when your mind is make believing,
I'll come sneaking in the back door of your memory.
I have roomed with many roomies,
and I've done and had done to me.
But the world is growing older, and my friends are turning grey.
'Cause the present slipped right past me.
and my future didn't last me.
And I can't tell the difference 'tween next week and yesterday.
So tell the whole world how you dropped me.
Tell yourself that you've forgot me.
And try to tell the difference between lust and really loving me.
But, in the hush of early evening,
when your mind is make believing,
I'll come creeping up the back stairs of your memory.
About the Creator
Earl Carlson
My stories/essays have appeared in the Eunoia Review: the Blue Lake Review: Firewords Quarterly, the Beorh Quarterly, and The Mensa Bulletin, Buried Letter Press: and Novella T, among others.
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