the rain washes the petals away
down the street into the gutter
I keep my phone on
in case she calls
I keep my phone on
in case she calls

I swallow every single pill
but they don't help
she said chamomile
will make me sleep
and I take all her advice
I just try not to think

then I find myself awake at night
banging out piano chords
trying to make sense
of the music in my head
trying to make sense
of what my therapist said

the rain washes the petals away
the sun sets later every evening
I keep my phone on
in case she calls
I stay up all night
thinking about her

the rain washes the petals away
spring's gone down the gutter
I keep my phone on
in case she calls
I keep loving her
but I hate myself.

© Jess Zelhart, 2006. Thou shalt not steal.