Family Man
Propped my foot against the wall
I’d regress to be us for a minute or two
No wonder we’d eventually fall
On the frozen ground near Putnam Ave
Him and I and the lack of love
It all seemed so melanchomical
But maybe just melodical
Hearing windshield wipers screech
Exhausted lungs breathe
Beats as a backdrop
Everything was rhythm but him, me
Us is the forbidden language
Made him think twice about it all
I know I gotta move past the path
I paved with him
The art I gave to him
The days I shaved for him
And I’m never gonna get it back
Was gonna be a family man
Gonna be my family man
This poem is about:
Me