something like hello

been lyin' in the weeds,
when I shoulda been out there,
raisin' hell and climbin' trees;

I was sure that she would
meet all of my needs,
but it turned out that what
she takes was more than
what she leaves;

and so I just closed my eyes,
finally, and let her go:
she's spinning out there, somewhere,
exactly where, I don't know;

but if you should see her,
tell her that her
former shadow,
the one that she used to know,
he says
something like hello.

June 15, 2009, for Alannah.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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