i've got a 2 dollar bill from ottawa and a dried up butterfly...plucked from your truck grill stopped at the carwash... tucked in a beat up notebook filled with the plain facts. i tend to romanticize the truth when it's really black and white. i read and read and read some more and it's become one of those situations you say you'll laugh years from now when at the moment, you were just slowly dying inside.
20 years now, and it's time to let it go. gather up the pictures and have a bonfire, just keep the words. a winding road i've walked and there'll probably be some more, but i'm leaving y'all here, not taking you home.
i've been driving in my mind now for years without any clear cut roads, heading this way and that, always bringing you along. folded up poems stuffed in an old college knapsack i've had since i was 17, naive, young, and wondering wondering what will happen next.
next can turn into years. decades even.
i have pity for the butterfly and that 2 dollar bill is useless. and i'm laughing now.