Faraway
He pens lyrics
To a song he dares not sing
Hide them away
In a drawer full of bills
Next Tuesday remember to vote
That coffee cup
With the crack in it
Some day it won’t hold up
Pavement’s slick
From last night’s rain
Glistens like he imagines her hair
Work’s the same
When is it not?
Is nine any different from five?
When at last
He flips off the lamp
The lyrics are there again.
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