The Ex That Wouldn't LeaveIt's morning at last.Another day begins With stretches to work out the kinks From another night crashing On my living room couch. I can hear him getting dressed. Soon he will be out of my bedroom And it will be safe for me To go back in there And get dressed myself. On his way to my bathroom I say, "We've got to talk!" And he says, "I'm late to meet Joe." Without breaking stride. Over the sound of running water He can't hear me ask, "WHEN will we talk?" God damn it! He HAS to be doing this on purpose. I better get ready for work myself. While I'm picking out My clothes for the day He disappears out the door. I know I'll see him again When I'm too tired to talk. I tried to end it This past summer. God, what a phone bill that was! He seemed to understand. I managed eventual return From the guilt trips He sent me on During those long long talks That clearly went nowhere. He came back Pretending we were still together. He pressed my buttons And kept me feeling guilty For days at a time. What stops me From changing the locks While he is gone? Well, he'd be at the door Or at the window With that hurt-puppy face Wondering why I locked him out. Why the hell Can't he stay With the guy he met last month? He certainly spends enough Time with him now! I should just give up Trying to explain to him Why I won't go into My own bedroom While he is there. We can't be lovers. We can't be friends. The promises we made We cannot keep! Soon he'll be gone. Dear God, PLEASE Get him gone soon! |
| 30 December 2000 | |
| by Bill Cattey |