THE LAST GOOD DAY

The day that I last saw your long reddish hair

And pulled you close to me.

Dropping tablets on tongues, dissolving into each other,

Laughing like nothing could change.

Before your spit became spiteful

And my words shot to kill.

The grass grew around us,

And I let myself melt into the roof of my car

While you sang to me that funny feeling.

The dirt in our lungs and between our toes

Kept us planted in the earth

That we wanted so badly to know.

You took my hand and pulled me up the side of that mountain

And we stared over the kingdom you ruled as a child

And I wished with my whole heart

That I had earned my place in it.