DTR

I could hear pecans, still wrapped in hard green,
Falling with purpose onto the carport,
As I sat glassy eyed on the couch
Listening to your words dropping crazy
Like ever so many kamikaze.

I listened though the buzzing of the beer,
Which was slowly sliding off of my brain,
And when I spoke, I spoke to let you know
That which I know you already knew:
I try too hard, I drink too much, I cry.

But I will never let you forget me,
So kiss me by the corner of the car,
Or come in lay gingerly in bed,
And we can write our own goddamn story
While watching the night fall beautifully
Into an early morning sun.