Drawing Broken Hearts

 

Drawing broken hearts

in coffee clouds and foam.

Cinnamon and milk,

caramel and coffee.

Evening falls over a chilling prairie.

You’re leaving me here

with just a smoking habit and rum.

But don’t come running back;

You’ll think of me long before

I think of you…

Cigarette ends the only remnants left

of your presence

in strange crevices of my house.

Ashes and smoke,

mirrors and shadows.

Never was much for

telling you how I feel.

We were vagabonds

in need of someone

but the roads separated one night

when you lost your mind.

Think of me when you’re

out there somewhere, alone…

A few rum drops at the bottle’s bottom.

Taste of it lingers on lips

like coffee rings on my table,

Nights and fights,

stars and bars,

guess my restless soul settled

before yours could.

Just remember when you

walk out my door tonight

I’m gonna be strong.

There won’t be a tear on my face

until you’re gone,

then I’ll think of you…

And I’ll only break down once

in the moment it takes for you

to disappear on the horizon,

never going back again…