After the Crawl

The rain slurs its words
as it sings
and a whoozy wind
whispers your name
so tomorrow
there'll be a fool
fast asleep
on your porch again

She's been searching
for her answers
at every
bar in town
but all those
pretty bottles
they only
let me down

Don't think badly
of her memory
she can't fix
the way she feels
the wounds of love
still haunt me
I can't figure
how to heal

Here's her promise
to forget you
to find love
with someone new
but just leave me out
a pillow
till the day
that dream comes true