Providence - Fiction

All astride the lighted rows, aligned

with all the fireflies and milk, adorning

the most beautiful place you’ve ever been

it’s everywhere I wish I could have lived

Call it worthless, call it real

call it whatever you will

on your word I’d swear it’s anything

I’m so sorry for you

Move on Bobby, burn the clothes

remove all features from the road

while the warblers sing their melody

touch me gently, I’ll pick your brain

as a duo in a way, we’ve transcended our humanity

We planned for better out of sight

a perfect crime from perfect minds

a perfect find made sure this wasn’t one

I’m so sorry for you

Ask my doctor, I see fine

nothing you found there was mine

we were together with the girls

in our incandescent world

Now you’re on the shower floor

that’s Darrow’s gift that you adored

was it better there for you?

was it better there?

I’m so sorry for you