Of the Cosmos
I don't think it was an accident -
whatever the paperwork
might end up saying.
I mean,
you'd kinda been walking this line...
And going to texas now,
i have so many things i want
to say to you,
just like i would
going to texas at any time other.
And at any time other,
i could expect a day,
or night, afternoon
or moment
when
together somewhere
on the porch, in the car,
or the living room,
in front of the tv
we'd be
laughing so hard,
so many times over,
our eyes tear up
and your dimples hurt...
No, i don't think it was an accident -
maybe a small mistake or
miscalculation.
Maybe,
but you'd been walking this line...
And if i could call you now,
like i did the last time, last month
that this almost
happened before...
you know i'd call you like any time other.
And at any time other,
i never asked to know,
to understand your
reasons or
what
it is that could make
you feel so alone, or
scared, or so sad, or
maybe even bored that
you'd lose
track of yourself
like that, let go and slip
away - no, i
never asked you why...
But it really doesn't matter if it was an accident -
or something you meant to do
