Arc

We were in an awful fight and a bee stung your cheek
I couldn’t remember how to breathe the air anymore

I have a crush on you or maybe it’s just the way
You don’t seem ashamed to say whatever you need to say

I can’t remember when we last hugged goodbye
I decided not to try
I can’t remember when the story lost its arc
(One two three four five six seven eight
Count the days until it’s too late)
Swinging belly down arms up
(Nine ten double twelve thirteen on the shelf
Lover gives and lover takes away)

You had a cotton hat but that’s all and the wind picked up
It might have been going twenty miles over an hour

The tree in our front yard lost a branch
So you spent all day trimming leaves
And fielding nosy questions from passersby

I can’t remember when we last hugged goodbye
I decided not to try
I can’t remember when the story lost its arc
(One two three four five six seven eight
Count the days until it’s too late)
Swinging belly down arms up
(Nine ten double twelve thirteen on the shelf
Lover gives and lover takes away)

We took a blanket to the cemetery
Sun drenched capillary
Fine branched vessels form a network
Of something special
Some sort of lever up or down

A fight forgotten is a hazy sort of rotten
Over ripened, the fruit of our labor softened
Pour everything you’ve got into the yard
And take it hard when the
Neighbors ask what happened to the garden

I can’t remember when we last hugged goodbye
I decided not to try
I can’t remember when the story lost its arc
(One two three four five six seven eight
Count the days until it’s too late)
Swinging belly down arms up
(Nine ten double twelve thirteen on the shelf
Lover gives and lover takes away)