So here you are again,
sitting next to me in your usual pieces,
hoping I’ll put them back together for you
as well as buy the drinks.
All I can do is shake my head
and help you see through your tears
the obvious.
Help you see what I see.
I don’t know why you can’t see
what I see…
You always say I’m the smartest guy you know,
grateful for my ear,
grateful for my words.
And all I can do is shake my head.
Happy to help, I say.
What am I supposed to do?
Leave you in pieces?
And so after I put you back together
you’ll kiss me on the cheek,
tell me how wonderful I am,
and disappear into the night.
I’ll order another drink and sit alone
still shaking my head,
looking across at the one in the mirror,
the smartest guy you know, sitting there –
in his usual pieces.
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