Trying To Get Back
Well, hello there?
I haven’t seen you in a long, long time.
Where you been hiding?
You never were a close friend of mine.
You say you’re sorry?
Is time supposed to heal all wounds?
You have a story?
I can’t say it hasn’t come too soon.
Your all alone now?
Well, welcome to the loners club.
I need to listen?
Are you going to drag me through the mud?
You’re starting over?
I know that could spell certain doom.
You’ve learned a lesson?
Is that supposed to brighten up the gloom?
You want to tell me?
That is something I fear the most.
How it went down?
I feel like I’m at a ‘celebrity roast.’
You’re wanting back now?
Do I have a label saying fool on my forehead?
Just one chance?
I’m the “Last Chance Café”, or you’re dead?
Not a guilt trip?
Just forty miles of bad road. No end in sight.
A girl I’m with?
No, no girl, which means less chance for a fight.
Well, come on now?
Have you been listening to me at all?
It’s not over?
Does a one legged man ever take a fall?
You’re not willing?
I’m not even considering jumping into the fire.
I have changed now. I’m willing.
I don’t want to change from a hater to a crier.
When you’re gone, you’re gone?
Only to be believed when on your epitaph .
Well now, so long.
Now that that’s over,—- I’ll hit the sack.
——————————————————R. W. Johnson—–(2013)