2-15 The Day After Armegeddon

Let it go.

the couch loves me,
minutes go by,
is this what it feels like?
regret where I remain,
refrain, afraid to speak out,
ashamed, Tater in a death hug,
I am,
relentless in my affection,
always relentless in my affection,
the green light blinks,
flip the phone over,
be a boy, I shouldn't have brought
him flowers, white roses, I never
should have brought him white roses,
worn a sweatshirt with dirty jeans,
instead of silk
wrapped in red, for him,
but he is.

Frozen. Let it go. Let it go.
It's not me. Frozen. Let it go.
Let it go.

I wonder if, when
he heard himself sing.
Let it go. Let it go. I wonder,
if he heard,
angry, ashamed, afraid,
he is, not a boy, to blame. Let it go.
Let it go. I want to
blame him, blame me, blame
the four horsemen bearing roses,
and chocolates, was I the  fool, for one
night to want,

a moment in the woods, out of the ice,
out of the cold, a moment in the woods,
halfway, just in passing, scotch, toast,
and whiskey, out of the cold, out of the ice,
a moment,

Let it go. The couch loves me.
Tater loves me today. I love me,
today. Let it go.

I wake up to Revival.
wake up to another silly boy,
wearing white around his chin,
telling me like so many others,
I don't need love, I don't need love,
I don't need, but, looking at him,
afraid, ashamed, relentless I want
to reach out to him, relentless and touch,
remind him, I was afraid, ashamed,
but I refrain, it is the day after,

and I am not,
looking for a moment, or the moment
we had I was not looking for,
out of the ice, out of the cold,
the four horseman are my hands,

afraid, ashamed, I let it go, agree with him
for now, but know, there is a reason,
he sits across from me, the day after,
I am a reason, let it go, let it go,
wake to the Revival,

he is there, looking for a revival,
politely between sunshine, blue eyes,
and the ray which continuously smiles,
hug, he lets me go, lets me go,
was I the fool, he says no words, to me,
as if the couch and me and him,
the woods, never happened, was he there,
doesn't he see, he is the fairy tale, villain, dragon, princess,
and

Frozen.

I am no prince, like him, leave,
to look at my obsession, wearing
tight red spandex, fur peeking out from,
slip, trip, kiss the moonlight,
slip trip, kiss the moonlight,
wolf, in the woods, I will, one day,
have a moment, but right now, he is
insistent, he is not afraid, ashamed, but I
refrain, well slightly, I am still a man, looking
at a wolf, aware that I am looking, at his
infusion of bumblebees, curious about
the honey, wondering, if he is truly afraid,
let it go, let it go, I leave

next door, where he has set up the musicians,
rally of good times and guitar strings, by the fire
in the woods, warm, in the center, I listen,
but there he is, consistently in the shadows of his trees,
my moment, a moment, which may never have happened,
halfway, waiting for someone other than me,
to say, no words, let it go,
no words to me, let it go,
no words,
and I

leave.