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Stay Happy There

 

If I could play back every moment to you now

Spent lovesick and swollen on

Mornings mincing garlic

On the counter by the sink

If I could hit the instant replay

On only every good day

Would any of it catch you by surprise?

 

When you say, something is missing now

That’s what came back to me

Normal mornings like that

Set the knife down and forget

Where I’d left it

Making breakfast

Put coffee on the stove

Then scour every counter for the knife

 

Don’t be shy

Don’t be kind

Somewhere snow collects

And bends the boughs of pines

 

But doesn’t it seem a bit wasteful to you

To throw away all of the time

We spent perfecting our love

In close quarters and confines?

Isn’t it wasteful? And I

Am terrified that it doesn’t feel painful to me yet

Somewhere on top of the high rise

There’s a woman on the edge of a building at the ledge

And traffic’s backing up on 35

 

It’s alright

I will fix whatever is not

The sweetness in your eyes

Just sit down, please, sit down

Here at the table and we’ll talk

Somewhere televisions light up in the night

 

I know things weren’t right

Maybe we were never cut out for the Midwest life

Maybe we’d have done much better on a coast

There are certain things I doubt we’ll ever know

 

I know you were getting tired of my drinking

I guess I was never cut out for the coke scene

You were worried I would end up like your father

And tired of the smoke and somewhere the wind blows

 

Somewhere a storm touches down north in Hudsonville

Somewhere the coffee starts to boil on the stove

And somewhere the wind blows

Somewhere the river levels finally getting low

Somewhere I’m up past dawn ’til

Somewhere you live here still

Somewhere you’re already gone

 

Somewhere a radio is playing in a living room

Says the city lacks the funds to fix the bridge

 

Somewhere the deer are overrun

So they’re introducing wolves back on the ridge

 

And from here in the kitchen

I can hear the neighbors in the alley hanging linens

And the men collect the trash bins in the street

You’re speaking to me but I can’t understand you

The coffee is burning

 

And all of the times that we spent

That road trip out west

Through desert for the rest stops

The kitsch we both collect

That winter the whole weekend

We huddled by the stove

The cabin I had rented

The unexpected snow

That visit for Christmas

On television binges

We’ll see friends in Brooklyn

Drive south to Richmond

There’s traffic on the bridge

A woman on the ledge

And everywhere the wind

 

Everything is happening at once