Well, maybe at a funeral, but I’m not dead.
Who needs to cry? Well, I did, but not
For more then ten minutes.
I think I can spare ten minutes for a break up.
Yeah, I did. But afterward, I just picked
Up my cape, even though it was a little tattered,
She’s a dark knight, tonight.
My cryptographic smile returns and I arose,
Just the hieroglyphics of loneliness again.
No more moving so quickly, I’m slowing down,
Pumping my breaks, adjusting the rearview mirror.
I retie my Nikes and I’m sprinting again, like a Bolt
My feet eat the gravel, my face ate yesterday—
When I fell head over heels for you,
Doing my Olympic worthy tumbling pass.
So, so clumsy and all.
My legs are pumping again, chasing
The setting sun, trying
To outrun my shadow’s jubilant laughter.