I am an empty train blowing its whistle as it comes through town,
You are the silent night that drinks in the noise and says nothing.
I sound the call for the words that fall inarticulately from my chapped mouth,
sore from pressing my lips together saying please, one more round.
One more round and one more shot for me because we drained the bottle on we
while you were thinking "What's best for 'me'" and I was thinking "When did you and me become we and then you once more?"
I am the wheels pushing against the iron rails with immutable inertia.
Because the track only goes one way and if I stay, there's no getting started again.
But the killing joke is that I'm on the slope and going down anyway.
No, not in flame and not in blame but into a valley I haven't seen for a long time,
filled with doubt, ambivalence, malaise
and longing for the days when this was not the answer.
So I feel lost -- and filled with worry -- that perhaps
I am the end of my own journey.
We are the distance between two points that nullifies when we're together,
My dreams and ambitions drew that line between us with a suitcase and a plane ticket --
a tear and a kiss -- and words like "I miss you" when what I meant to say was
"Please don't forget me tomorrow."
I am the half remembered song that would play every morning,
You are the harmony that made the melody beautiful.
Where are the dreams we were promised?
Devin is a singer/songwriter living in Seattle, hailing from Midwestern roots as he spent most of his life around Kansas
City. His style is primarily acoustic indie/folk, mixing autobiographical flavors into his fiction of poetry and music. Songs tend toward narrative verse, with lyrics and feeling taking front row center, often complemented by guitar, keyboard, and bass....more