Tripping
Tripping
She's tripping over memories
of those red flags she had.
It seems to her the good times
are far outweighed by bad.
She's running out of patience
she's run out of things to say.
She asked God give me one reason
to make me want to stay.
She listened for a moment
to the silence in the air.
She smiled and said there ain't one
or like me You just don't care.
She packed up her belongings
and she called a moving van.
She could have trained an army
with the time spent on one man.
She smiled again as she thought about
when he walked in that door.
When he sees what didn't matter
matters less now than before.
She left a table by his easy chair
and by the lamp she left a note.
She wondered if he'd bother
even reading what she wrote.
This song and dance was over
long before it even started.
You took me for a fool
that you easily outsmarted.
No good deed goes unpunished
now my good deeds are through.
The kind of man you chose to be
has now caught up to you.
There's warm beer on the counter
your dog is at your brothers.
Don't bother trying to call me
I'll be staying at your mothers.
Edwin C Hofert
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