It’s Friday night and you’re rehearsing
the young lovers’ wedding for tomorrow
so I just told the kids to put on a movie
cause I could feel myself fading under
the light of their laughter.
Sometimes it just hurts too much
to be present so much.
So I’m thinking of you and waiting for you
to walk across the grass and tell me it’s time
for another shared meal with the ones
we call sheep and God calls sons.
another long weekend living
everyone else’s lives.