Buttercup

There's a woman on the porch

With a bottle and a bag

And a box of Lucky's Chinese

She's asleep, and the Sun

Is peeking from behind

The homes on the other side of the street

I lock up and fuck off

Survey the scene

Little bugs start biting at my skin

There's spray-paint on the doors

Of the neighbors with the numbered window decals

From last Halloween

Last night, at the bar

From a table in the backyard

Where the townies could not overhear

We made our exchange

How little we had changed

Anxious and unsure and weird

A good friend says goodbye

We go inside

And you scratch at an old wound

You ask: How the hell

If I felt like I felt with you

Did I move on so soon?

Then, a glass hits the floor

From here, I see the door

And we know it's our time to leave

We wait for your ride

With you standing by my side

And you know it ain't me that you need