tell me one good thing
your feet can never move fast enough.
you walk when you can no longer run.
i've let down my flailing arms,
and i gave up on you.
in a small effigy, there was hope...
the days i'll help to potty-train
putting on snowsuits over red cheeks
miniature dreams from the backseat
i gave up on you today,
when inside your blood matched mine.
but with my penultimate breath,
i say i'll make the next one count.
and if you don't move fast enough
the world crashes around you.
i've fixed a tiny leak
and let the dam crumble down.
so tell me one good thing
and i can wait one day.
but i have to say it eventually
and then you'll leave for good.
the stoning and downcast eyes
wont hurt you as much as me.
but i have to walk when i can't run,
and then give up on you.
tiny fingers will point through glass
as the car grows steadily small
and i'm still left holding a hat
with a little picture of a tree.
my hero's fallen long ago
so this wont take very long.
in the end i plan to look back
and define this moment small.
but i can't even walk now,
from the floor with that tiny hat.
i'll ask for one good thing
and then i'll give up on you.
Posted by heydomsar
2007-03-07
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