Listening

Listening





There's a coffee stain
around your eye
and lines that I don't recognize
Everything changed
from being ok
the night that you came home
so late


And I knew by the time
on the stove
that you were no longer
mine alone
I guess we're all
just out on loan
and everybody is only
their own


Oh I loved you
and I guess I still do
everything was going so good
I thought something
bad might happen
And then it did
if you know the difference
between bad and good
Thought that I'd know
But I cross my toes
and that's how it goes


Maybe I'm a fatalist
to let it all go at this
like some balloon
I'll probably miss
lost in a treetop


~Sarah Harmer, Coffee Stain