Some days are made
For staring
Blank at the white ceiling
And going over your mistakes in your mind
Numbering them
1, 2, 3...
And assigning them rank and file while you wrap your fingers around your knees
4, 5...
Like a parade and a drummer beating out time
You can't take back the things you said
The way you went about things
The things you saw... you can't unsee them.
I saw a picture of you today. You'd lost weight, like you said you wanted to.
Like the doctors said you should.
I'm proud of you, you know. Really proud.
It's not my business
But I realize now,
You've always done what you said.
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