Absence of Jezebel

You don’t have to explain. I understand there’s no space on the schedule for time to think about me
and I’ve sent away all my smoke and let my wine cupboards go empty
With no secrets to tell for enticing you to come play with me
the forecast starts calling for another lonely night

Damn that river always failing to keep up with my murderous rage
Not even the effort sent to stem the tide
So there’s my foretaste getting washed away

It’s three A.M. somewhere
I can feel it

©2018 Kayelless

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