It's the Little Things
Poetry
it’s shopping malls / hot long Fridays that eat us alive /
empty gold parking lots / and milk coming out of my nose /
the distinct possibility of death, the outline so clear
I could have just jumped / it’s shouting hoo-ah
running between those concrete pillars / how the echo stuck
to me like a second skin / it’s that you are allergic to peanuts,
and that I almost killed you once via Reese’s / the Halloween hum
where I passed out candy and wished for time machines because we will never
be that young again / and all we got left is hope, but you and I both knew
that was always so futile / see, now it’s wintertime, it’s Christmas parties /
s’mores and goodness burnt over bonfires because Illinois is just
so damn cold, isn’t it / it’s the way that I want to get out of these prairies so bad and you
don’t / and I guess it says something about us both but actually we’re not
speaking anymore, at all / it’s the way this driveway’s always barren now,
no tires on my sidewalk / that part in the concrete I wrote my name in
to become immortal / it’s how my life is passing me by so fast that
I’m not even sure if it was ever there to begin with / and I have nothing
to prove it / it’s how I’m gonna miss you forever, man
/ it’s how I still love you / always will