I still walk by your little pink house
especially after dusk when
your landlord won’t see me
and get to wondering
why that girl is hanging around again
Also I still daydream about our kiss
in your living room
with the heater roaring blissfully
ice melting into your whiskey
you stroking my hair
Now I nurse my anger
as if training a fighting dog
to keep you back if you come around
or if I try to come around
he will maul me too
